I move my gaze from the ceiling to look over at the door, where the slight shadow of Dr Zaki lingers, waiting for me to reply to his knock.
‘I suppose you want my blood again?’ I ask, turning my head left so the sensors on my bed register the movement. The top end rises up so that I’m in a sitting position.
Zaki takes this as a welcome and comes into my sparse room, a smile on his face. ‘You make me sound like some kind of vampire,’ he says, checking my drip and preparing a syringe to take my blood.
I sniff. ‘A vampire would have put me out of my misery long before now.’
He raises an eyebrow. ‘You’ve got the same self-pity in your voice that my daughter has,’ he replies, inserting the needle.
‘What reason has she got pity herself? I bet she isn’t paralysed from the neck down.’
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