Meanwhile in a different ward Nysa walked briskly down the ward, her slim and perfect figure attractive in the neat white uniform. Her dark hair knotted into a bun beneath the cap. All the other nurses looked at her with envy.
She looked around to check everything was and went towards the kitchen to check on the preparation.
Milk drinks were dispensed to those patient who were allowed to have them, the trolley was wheeled away and those patients who weren’t due for operation or who were recovering from them settles to read books and magazines provided them by the hospital or wandered in dressing gowns along to the ward. To them it was quiet dull in the midst of a boring day. To the staff it passed virtually unnoticed as the routine of the ward continued inexorably towards the lunc
