THIRTY-FOUR
Sick of looking out of the window at the garden below, I announced my intention of going outside. I wanted to sit in the sun, if just for a few minutes.
Nathan made as many excuses as he could for why I shouldn't.
Eventually, I tuned out as I realised I could go outside without him – now my hands were free, I could push a wheelchair, even if I couldn't walk far yet without it.
The surgeon's dark blue pyjama set I'd been loaned was still tucked into my bedside cabinet, where I'd left it after the trip downstairs to the coffee shop.
I'd never appreciated how easily they slipped on before, with no zips or buttons to complicate matters.
I tried to pull the hospital gown over my head, but it got stuck and I realised I'd have to untie it at the back first. As I dropped it to st
