CHAPTER 17It was three in the morning when everything is seen at its worse when Karla awoke. The room was moonlit and the curtains pulled back so she could see Ryan sitting on the bed with his head between his hands. She sat up and switched on the bedside light.
"What is it, Dear?" she asked.
Ryan turned, grinned and sort of staggered as he stood up. "Sorry," he muttered. "I hoped I wouldn't awaken you."
"Well, I am awake. It's your leg again isn't it?"
"Yeah. Thought I was coming right and tried to lift a box of tools off the tractor earlier and it sort of collapsed. Think I knocked it somehow."
"And?"
"Hurts a bit, that's all. I'll go and get some painkillers."
"Let me see." Karla reached over and gently pulled his pyjama leg up.
Ryan grimaced but said nothing. She though, gasped
