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Esther’s mother drove her to the hospital. After showing her chemo card, Esther was isolated in a special waiting area. An hour later she was much worse. She ached all over and her teeth chattered.
The doctor did a brief examination. “You need to be admitted for two days of intravenous antibiotics.”
Esther felt too sick to argue. She barely noticed the first day, but after twenty-four hours, she’d improved enough to be bored with staring at the wall.
Nick had returned to Melbourne. Were they ever going to have any time together? His course wasn’t even halfway through, and already it had taken over everything like a virus. Nowadays their only time together was Friday lunch for her forty-five minute lunch break, and some snatched minutes with the youth group or church members clustere
