We dressed quickly, aware the doctor’s

rounds would soon begin. I fumbled,

buttoning up my shirt, and Imogen

giggled. There was an aggressive knock

at the door, and in stormed Imogen’s lead

nurse. She looked formidably large,

humourless. The temperature in the room

plummeted. Augustus, I ask that you

leave now, whilst I examine my patient.

She was not to be queried. I wished

Imogen goodbye. Our eyes lingered over

each other. It was understood we’d meet

later. I took my leave, gambolling into the

corridor. Life was suddenly magnificent.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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