24th January 2015
They got home at quarter past midnight, catching a takeaway from the station at Leeds and a taxi from the station at Nottingham. Ali still felt jarred by seeing Tony again, by Yazid’s defiant prediction and the look of fear Tony had given the doctor when he’d explained what they were going to have to do to even have a hope of saving him.
And that could have been Yazid.
They’d only been together a couple of years when Yazid had been diagnosed. He’d been feeling exhausted and losing weight for weeks, and there’d been so many trips to the GP before the doctor had gotten suspicious and referred them up to the hospital. The consultant had taken one look at Yazid and ordered an immediate battery of tests. When they’d said it was leukaemia, Ali had cried. He’d had to walk rig
