Chapter 2
Mark and I went back to see the nurse about his bandages on Monday morning. She said that although things were healing nicely, Mark would have to keep his hands wrapped for another week.
“I’m sorry, love,” Mark said.
The fact he was apologising to me, when he was the one who had suffered the greatest, made my heart swell up with love. I hugged him in front of the nurse. Normally I wasn’t so demonstrative in public, but the moment called for it. The nurse gave us a strange look.
I turned to her and said, “Have you got a problem?”
I don’t think she was expecting such a challenge, so backed down. Mark later told me he had been proud of me.
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The rest of the week flew by. Mark and I, celebrating the New Year, stood in front of the telly in each other’s arms watching
