Richard
My mobile bleeps: James.
Landed. at airport now. home approx 90 mins. Tell Mitch he's keen
Elizabeth grins at me as I tap in the reply.
don't go home. come city hospital. Mitch in labour
There's a short pause...
Elizabeth holds up her hand, counting down silent fingers: Five... Four... Three... Two...
... and my mobile bleeps again.
When M go into labour?
3 hrs doc and midwife say early but all normal all good
With you ASAP K got taxi flying on wings of fire
*****
The corridor is painted the required institutional off-white, scraped black in long stripes at trolley-bed height. The lighting is the compulsory harsh fluorescent white. One strip blinks on and off. Signs point off down apparently identical corridors: Intensive Care... Reception... A & E... Chapel and Prayer
