“Are you feeling okay? Any pain?”
Trevor assessed how he felt. In truth nothing hurt, which surprised him. “No, I’m fine, thanks. Will I be allowed to go home tonight?”
The nurse looked up at the clock. “That’ll be for Mr Barraclough to decide, but because you were last on the list and it’s getting late, he’ll probably want you to stay in overnight, just in case.”
Trevor hated the Just in case part. It could cover an endless number of scenarios, none of them very pleasant. He was about to ask how the operation had gone, what exactly they’d taken away, but part of him didn’t really want to know, the other part knew the nurse wouldn’t tell him, saying the consultant would answer all his questions in the morning.
Sure enough her next words were, “Mr Barraclough will see you on his rounds tomorrow, he’ll be able toanswer all your questions then. Try not to worry.”
Had his face showed how worried he was? Trevor smiled and closed his eyes.
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