He was asleep in his joggers and a loose t-shirt, as had become his habit for the last week. We’d done lots of kissing, talking and studying and he swore he was already starting to feel better after his daily sessions with Dr Jarvis and with the medications starting to kick in. His swimming was also improving, but I was still worried that he was putting too much pressure on himself. We’d been scouring the Antiques markets and had found our unit and dresser to be sanded down to put in our new bathroom and had ordered the light fittings for the electrician. All that remained for the house was artwork and the odd accessory. It was already Friday and we’d decided to skip our final lectures of the term to go to my parents. I was going to drive Gabe’s car for him, as he still wasn’t up for doing long journeys himself. Short sharp bursts of activity his right shoulder could just about handle, long sessions of elevation left him in agony. Doug was taking Lexi separately, so she could settle him at the B&B, giving Mum and Gerry a chance to meet Gabe on his own.
