Nick scowled and searched the drawers of his bedside table. ‘Where are my clothes?’ He’d been for an MRI before the phone call with Carson and was still wearing a hospital gown.
‘You mustn’t upset yourself like this,’ said the nurse. ‘Get back into bed. Please, Nick. It’s nine o’clock at night.’ She closed the drawers that he’d left open, and followed him to the wardrobe where he was rifling through shelves with his one good arm.
‘Nothing but b****y pyjamas.’
She seemed frantic with worry. ‘Why don’t I call Dr Chen so you can talk to her?’
‘I don’t want to talk to her. I want to leave.’ He held up a set of navy-blue chequered PJs with the tags still attached. These will do. Help me put them on, will you?’
The nurse shook her head. ‘I wouldn’t dare. I’ll get into trouble.’
Nick threw
