“Sort of. He didn’t check that kind of stuff. He was more interested in the bruises and making sure the biology teacher hadn’t...no, he didn’t check my pulse. It wasn’t a check-up like at the doctor’s.”
“Well, I want you to get one,” Mark said with authority. “Judith...Mum wasn’t much older than you when she died. This heart defect is hereditary so see your GP, please. I’ll come with you if you like, but they must do a proper check and I don’t have the right equipment here. It’s important.”
“Ok,” Hana said passively, yawning with no intention of playing hypochondriac for her brother’s benefit. “It’s just because I’m tired after today.”
“Don’t be a hero; your children need you,” Mark said, laying back against the pillows on Hana’s usual side of the bed. “Crikey, I could go to sleep now.”
