Sitting in a deep
cushioned chair in the hospital outpatient’s waiting room, Trevor reflected on the events of the
previous couple of weeks.
First had come the visit
to his doctor, an understanding older man who had done his best to
be reassuring. That the guy had pulled out all the stops to get him
an urgent appointment with a urologist didn’t exactly ease Trevor’s
fears.
“You want a cup of tea?”
Paul nudged Trevor’s arm. A volunteer had wheeled in a drinks
trolley and was busy doling out Styrofoam cups.
“Uh, I’ll have an orange
juice if they have any. Here, I’ll—” Trevor reached for the wallet
in his back pocket.
“I’ll get
them.”
Paul had been a brick.
Trevor knew he’d been moody, one minute high as a kite, the next
down in the dumps. But through it all Paul had been su
