12Lambert appeared as if reborn, face alive with joy, limping along the corridor with a single crutch, the lower part of his foot wrapped in a bandage but the cast well and truly gone.
“At last I'm free of that damned wheelchair,” he said, grinning broadly, as Miles came up to him and clamped his hands over his shoulders. “You can't imagine how I feel, Miles. I thought I'd never get out of the bloody thing. To think, I can at last sleep in my own bed!”
The two friends strolled down the corridor, oblivious to the bustle of the hospital wards, and when they got to the exit they both stopped and breathed in the air.
“You seem almost like a new man,” said Miles.”
“I feel like one.” His face grew serious. “Miles, I'm sorry for the way I've been lately. I should never have spoken to you the
