Between the Lives - By Jessica Shirvington Page 0,88

I grabbed her hands in mine.

‘Denise, don’t apologise for caring. It was a stupid thing to do and I should never have done it.’

At this she breathed a sigh of relief. ‘So, tell me about the place?’

I settled into my own uncomfortable seat beside her and smiled. ‘Well, it’s like being in prison, and a few of the nurses hate me.’

‘Let me guess, you weren’t exactly cooperative to start?’

I laughed. ‘Kind of. But Levi is okay –’

She cut me off. ‘Levi?’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Dr Levi. He does most of my sessions.’ She nodded. ‘Dr Levi is a very well-respected psychiatrist. I passed him on the way in – he’s had a tough couple of days.’

I was smiling now, wanting to move onto a better subject. ‘And then Ethan has been helping out in the evenings.’

Her eyes dropped nervously.

‘Denise, are you okay?’

‘Yes, honey. I just … Have you spent a lot of time with Ethan?’ she asked.

I swallowed, not wanting to get him into trouble. ‘Yeah. He, um … He’s been a big help. I guess he’s the reason I realised I needed to get better.’

‘Sabine, did Ethan tell you much about himself? I mean, did he tell you …’ She seemed to be at a loss.

I looked at her blankly. ‘What? Did he tell me what?’

‘He … I … Oh, Sabine. Maybe we should get Dr Levi to explain this. Hang on.’ She stood up and quickly walked out of the room.

I sat there waiting, wondering what all the fuss was about. Did they know about Ethan and me? We’d never been caught sneaking out, never given anything away, no one had ever seen us together. I knew Ethan wouldn’t have told anyone, as much for my protection as anything else.

When Levi came in with Denise, I noticed he was still in plain clothes and looked uncharacteristically dishevelled and unshaven.

‘Sabine, hello. How are you today?’ Levi asked, sitting on the low coffee table opposite me.

‘Fine. Good, actually. What’s going on?’ I asked quickly, looking from one to the other.

‘I … I’m afraid we …’

Was he tearing up?

‘Sabine, I know you grew close to Ethan in your first few days here, and I imagine you’ve been wondering why he hasn’t been able to visit you over the past week, but –’

I cut him off, shaking my head. ‘What do you mean past week? I know he wasn’t here yesterday, but I saw him Monday night and …’ I trailed off.

Levi gave me an odd look. ‘How often did you see Ethan, exactly?’

‘I … I’ve seen him every night, except for the weekend. Why?’ I had a horrible feeling and the look on Levi’s face did nothing to alleviate my fears.

He dropped his head, leaning over his knees. ‘He obviously cared for you greatly.’

‘What are you …? What do you mean cared for me?’ I looked around urgently. ‘Where is he? Why wasn’t he at work last night? Did someone fire him?’

Oh my god, if they’d fired him – how would I ever see him?

Levi sighed. ‘Of course no one fired him. Sabine, did Ethan ever mention to you that he lived here, at the clinic?’

I shook my head. ‘No. Why would he live here?’

‘He stayed on one of the other floors so he could be monitored. Ethan was sick.’

‘What are you …? He told me he gets headaches. Is that why?’

‘It wasn’t headaches, Sabine. Ethan was very unwell. To be honest, I thought he would’ve told you. He had Hodgkin’s lymphoma, stage four. He tried everything: radiation, chemo. But when the bone marrow transplant failed, treatment became … impossible. He insisted that he keep working and we … I let him, thinking it would be good for him. In return he agreed to stay upstairs instead of at his apartment by himself so we could at least monitor him and try to make things more comfortable. Last week he … he took a turn and was ordered to rest. He was also told to stop all work-related activities. No one knew he was sneaking down here to see you.’

I wanted to argue, explain that he was supposed to be there, that he was working. But I couldn’t think of one person who’d seen us together apart from in those first few days.

This was his secret.

I could see my hands shaking, but I couldn’t feel them. I couldn’t feel anything. I had to get to him.

‘Where is he? I have to see him!’ I choked on the words. Denise dropped to