Outside in the gardens of Larksford House, the patients wandered around. Some took in the fresh air, and others just sat and basked in the sun. Melanie stared out of her window and smiled at the sight. She envied them as they felt the sun and wind against their skin.
Suddenly the door opened, and George, a small, stocky nurse, stood there with a swollen lip smile, a plaster over his nose and above his right eye. With him was the large nurse she had seen about. The woman was brutish, and despite her age, Melanie remembered that she’d been relatively quick on her feet.
‘Hi, here for a rematch, or is it time for my rubdown by the pool?’ Melanie joked, making George smile, or at least the best he could – the other nurse didn’t.
‘Time to go, you little b***h,’ George said in that low booming
