She had to admit that since Nash's visit she felt less panicky, less strung up. But that didn't stop her from worrying about Trevor, of how he must be feeling. After another fraught wakeful session, dawn about to break, she came to a decision, her conscience at last telling her what she must do. She closed her eyes once more, common sense advising that her plan could not be put into action until the doctor had been on his morning round. Nurse Johns bustling in with her usual enthusiasm had Perry opening her eyes to discover she felt rested, and though still very tender in places, very much better. 'Ah, that's what I like to see,' the nurse chirruped. 'Nice clear eyes and looking ready for breakfast.' 'I'm starving,' Perry lied, looking away from her favourite nurse as she started on her plan to appear perfectly fit when she told the doctor she wanted to sign herself out of his care, his hospital. 'Excellent!' Her temperature taken, Perry tried to sound casual as she asked, 'Ninety-eight point four?' 'Nearly normal anyway,' Nurse Johns replied.
