chapter  9
Aftercare
WithJanet Rhys Dent
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It was Saturday, so he was dressed casually - pale blue denim shirt and cream-coloured slacks - but he still looked like a harassed consultant. I was sitting up in bed staring at the limp arm lined up next to me. Without the paralysis I would have been up and about and almost back to normal. The consultant, too, stared at my arm.