“He’d collapsed on top of his bed fully clothed, bloodied, stinking of smoke and vomit, and fallen into a sleep that bordered on unconsciousness. Not even the cries of his anxious amah could wake him. He woke to the sound of Olivia’s voice giving orders. He was naked in his bed, washed, and with a bandage around his head. In the distance artillery fire kept time to the pounding in his head. He tried to sit up but the pain made him groan. ‘Edward! You’re awake! I thought you’d never wake up. Now ...lie still – you’re hurt.’ ‘What day is it?’ ‘Monday. You’ve been drifting in and out these past two days. Jonathan was most anxious. He’s had to go to his office but he’ll be back soon. I made him promise to come right back – it’s not safe out there. Bits of anti-aircraft shells dropping all over the place. Red hot, they are. It’s just not safe! The doctor’s coming back too, when he gets a minute. Now, he says you’ve got concussion so you have to stay in bed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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