It’s now a Wednesday afternoon, twelve days later. Adam has recovered enough to be transferred from the hospital in Bangor, Wales to the Walton Neuro neuro hospital on the outskirts of Liverpool. Poppy is on her way to visit him.
In the meantime, Adam has begun receiving physiotherapy exercises. Mary, his ex-wife – you remember she dumped him to take up with a doctor at the adjoining hospital – yes, that Mary – is a physiotherapist there. Uh, Oh! She sees Adam’s name on the section rota. One of her colleagues has been treating him. Over lunch, Mary pops in to see how he is.
It is as she’s leaving Adam’s side ward that Poppy arrives, sees and recognises her. She fears the worst – that Mary may have been trying to get back with him. She’s upset and worried and turns to leave. Mary sees her and calls her back by name.
Poppy challenges Mary to explain what seems to her to be a conflict of interest. Mary agrees but assures Poppy that she was just being friendly and that there was no chance that Adam would have wanted her back anyway. She tells Poppy that Adam had spent the whole of the visit saying how happy he was now that he was with Poppy. She tells Poppy to get in and see him.
What follows is the concluding excerpt :
As Poppy walked into the ward, Adam sat up to greet her. “Look what I can do,” he said.
“Yes,” she answered sternly, “I can see. You’ve obviously been practising with Mary”
He slumped back onto the bed. “Oh, God!” he said, his free arm covering his face, “You saw her leave?”
“She’s told me all about it – gloating that she’d win you back.”
He sat up again, shock written all over his face. “She didn’t,” he protested, “she couldn’t have said that.”
“Hah!” she snorted, “Don’t think that you can play the innocent with me”
“But…” he started but she interrupted,
“And if you think that I’ll put up with her coming to see you like that when we’re married, I‘ll break your other leg.”
He rocked back, dazed, struggling to take in fully what she’d just said, “Married?”
“Listen Buster,” she said pointing at him and advancing towards his bed, “pretending that you’d forgotten to take her photograph down, protesting now that you forgot that we’re engaged. The doctors never mentioned dementia. I don’t believe you.” But she was laughing now.
“Shove over,” she ordered and lay, face downwards on the bed beside him. Her left arm was around his middle. Her head, facing his, was snuggled into his armpit.
“And once we’re married, I’m going to tie you to our bed to make sure that you never go climbing again.”
“Promises! Promises!” he said, smiling contentedly.
She leaned up and started tickling his other armpit.
“Owww!” he said.
“Oh, shut up moaning, Geek” she said. “and give me a kiss.”
Today’s photo is one that I took returning to Malham after a walk with a local Ramblers group, ready to go home. Today’s blog tells the end of my story as Adam is also, as he heals, on his way to returning to his home.
I took the photo with my 16 MP Pentax K-50 camera using an 18-55 mm f/3.5-5.6 kit lens at 1/200secs, f/23.13, f/7.1 and ISO 800.
I still don’t know what to write about tomorrow.