‘Look after yourself, Tiffy,’ Mo manages to say before Gerty hangs up (she’s not big on goodbyes).
I dial Rachel’s number without pause.
*
‘So the key point here,’ Rachel says, ‘is that you are yet to have an interaction with Leon that doesn’t involve you stripping down to your underwear.’
‘Umm.’ I’m grinning.
‘You better keep your clothes on from now on. He’ll think you’re a – what’s it called when you’re one of those men who likes exposing themselves in the park?’
‘Hey!’ I protest. ‘I do not—’
‘I’m just saying what everybody’s thinking, my friend. You’re definitely not about to kick the bucket?’
‘I feel fine really. Just achy and exhausted.’
‘All right then. In that case, make the most of your free hotel stay, and call me if you find yourself accidentally whipping your bra off during dinner.’
There’s a knock at the door.
‘Shit. Got to go, bye!’ I hiss into the phone. ‘Come in,’ I call. I managed to put on the jumper Babs left me while Leon was out, so I’m now decent from the waist up, at least.
Leon smiles at me and holds up a very full bag of what smells like fish and chips. I gasp in delight.
‘Proper seaside food!’
‘And . . .’ He reaches into the bag and pulls out another one, handing it to me. I look inside: red velvet cupcakes with cream-cheese icing.
‘Cake! The best kind of cake!’
‘Doctor’s orders.’ He pauses. ‘Well, Socha said, “get her some food”. The fried fish and cupcakes were a bit of artistic licence.’
His hair is nearly dry; the salt has turned it even curlier, and it keeps springing from behind his ears. He catches me watching him try and smooth it back and grins ruefully.
‘You’re not meant to see me looking like this,’ he says.
‘Oh, and this is exactly how you’re meant to see me,’ I say, gesturing in the vague direction of my enormous baggy jumper, pale face and crazy matted hair. ‘“Drowned rat” is a favourite look of mine.’
‘Mermaid-like?’ Leon suggests.
‘Funny you should mention that. I do actually have a fin under here,’ I say, patting the blanket over my legs.
Leon smiles at that, spreading out the fish and chips on the bed between us. He kicks off his shoes and sits, careful to avoid my swollen ankle.
The food is amazing. It’s just what I need, though I wouldn’t have known it until I smelled it. Leon got pretty much every add-on to fish and chips you can imagine – mushy peas, onion rings, curry sauce, pickled onions, even one of those plastic-looking sausages they always have behind the glass – and we eat our way through it all. When it comes to the cupcake, finishing the last mouthfuls requires serious mental effort.
‘Nearly dying is exhausting,’ I declare, suddenly overcome by sleepiness.
‘Nap,’ Leon tells me.
‘You’re not worried about me falling asleep and never waking up again?’ I ask, eyelids already drooping. Being warm and full is amazing. I’ll never take being warm and full for granted ever again.
‘I’ll just wake you every five minutes to check you’re not suffering from brain trauma,’ he says.
My eyes fly open. ‘Every five minutes?’
He chuckles, already gathering up his stuff and heading for the door. ‘See you in a few hours.’
‘Oh. Nurses shouldn’t make jokes,’ I call after him, but I don’t think he hears me. Maybe I only think of saying it. I’m slipping off to sleep even as I hear the door close behind him.
*
I wake with a jolt that sends a shock of pain through my ankle. Crying out, I look around me. Floral wallpaper. Am I at home? Who’s that man in the chair by the door, reading . . .
‘Twilight?’
Leon blinks at me, putting the book down in his lap. ‘You went from unconscious to judgemental very quickly there.’
‘I did think this was a weird dream for a second,’ I say. ‘But my dream version of you would have much better book taste.’
‘It’s all Babs had to offer. How’re you feeling?’
I give the question some thought. My ankle is throbbing and my throat feels horribly sore and salty, but the ache in my head has disappeared. I can feel that my stomach muscles are going to be painful from all the coughing, though.
‘Much better, actually.’
He smiles at that. He is very cute when he smiles. When he’s serious his face is a little severe – fine-boned brow, cheekbones, jaw – but when he’s smiling, it’s