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"Cancellation in theatre..."
I blinked and focussed on the woman hovering above me. Her name badge told me her name was Claire and she was a CN, if the theatre uniform hadn't told me that already.
"They've moved your skin graft up to this morning," Claire the clinical nurse told me, pressing her lips together. I nodded and she left.
Time to heal some of the scars. This meant I'd be allowed to leave hospital soon, if my skin had healed enough to start using it for grafts on the bits that hadn't...
I both heard and smelled breakfast approaching. Hunger wasn't hard to ignore, especially if I could have breakfast vicariously through Nathan. I looked over at him, hoping he'd chosen bacon and eggs.
"I won't have any," he told the lady from catering.
"Why not?" I asked, disappointe
