I am feeling frustrated and depressed. “I’m so sorry, Sterling,” I say to him as he dresses for the beach. “Well, there is nothing you can do. I hope you don’t expect me to stay in here on such a beautiful day, do you.” It’s not a question. “No, of course not. We shouldn’t both have to suffer.” I remember the conversation with Hannah, about in sickness and in health. What a load of shit. Sterling hasn’t lifted a finger for me all week. Sterling gets reception to send a doctor to check on me while he is relaxing on the beach, talking to God knows who, enjoying the coolness of the water, no doubt. “You are running a fever, but show no other symptoms. However, we will start you on antibiotics, just to be safe,” the doctor who calls himself Toras tells me, handing over the already filled script. “Thank you, Doctor. We are heading home tomorrow, so I will go to my doctor if I’m not improving.”
