"Wait!" Tilly put her hand up to her hair. She didn't want Johnny to be shocked. "My hair has turned white," she whispered.
"It's all right." The doctor gave her a gentle smile. "It's been white for some time. He won't be worried. Now, listen. I don't want you to be worried either. He has experienced some paralysis of the right side of his face, so his mouth is drawn down. And his speech is a little slurred. Maybe you should look at him through the window for a moment, just to get used to it before you go in."
Tilly peered through the glass. Surely the thin little old man in the bed wasn't her Johnny? She looked back at Dr Jarman for reassurance and he nodded. Just as Tilly was gathering together the courage to go in, the man in the bed spotted her and his face broke into a wide smile. O
