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.