Blood And Water
“He heard her come in and felt her gently touch his hand and fix his fringe. But he didn’t open his eyes. She was close: he could feel her breath and smell her slightly citrus perfume. It reminded him of their holidays spent in Spain and the aroma of the tangy cologne that seemed to hang in the air wherever they went. Of all of their children Ciara loved Spain. He hated it: so common.The door opened again.“He’s sleeping,” he heard Ciara say.Was it Barbara, he wondered. Was she there? His eyes we...re too heavy to open and see for himself.“Good,” one of the many efficient but slightly nervous nurses charged with his care replied in a whisper. “He needs the rest.”He heard the sound of the chart being pulled from the pocket at the end of the bed and felt her presence at his side, checking his pulse, fluids and monitors.“There are a lot of photographers outside,” the nurse remarked, “and Mr. McDaid, the government press secretary, has arrived. He wanted to come straight though, but he’s been told to wait for you in the visitors’ lounge.MoreLess
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