TWENTY-SIX
"I'll go get the laptop now – I'll be an hour, tops. Will you be okay for that long without me?" Nathan asked, looking worried.
I shrugged and summoned a small smile, despite secretly wondering if he thought my sheets would turn sentient and strangle me in his absence. "I'll be fine."
Carol came in. "Time for physio!" she sang out. "Your doctor pulled some strings and persuaded one of our best physiotherapists to take you on, though she barely had space for any more new patients."
Nathan stopped dead. "The laptop can wait."
I ignored him. "Which one?" I asked Carol.
Her smile widened. "Althea. I heard she asked for a very personal favour from the doctor as payment, though. And he turned up this morning looking like he hadn't slept, so we're all wondering just how personal
