Joey stood in the corridor, while Peter and Terry were in the cubicle with their friend. Peter had been at work, so Joey had called him on his mobile phone. After he’d talked Peter down from the panic of finding out that his best friend was in hospital, Joey had to answer a barrage of questions, all the while thinking that Peter would be able to get all the answers he needed if only he’d get off the bloody phone and come to the hospital.
Once the call had been made, Joey grabbed a sandwich from the visitors’ snack bar. He had wanted to be back in plenty of time to make sure Peter and Terry didn’t overtire his lover.
“Oh, Kev, you look terrible,” Peter’s high shrill voice carried through the curtains.
Fuck, that’s just what he needs to hear, Joey groaned to himself.
“Thanks,” Kevin s
