Callum brought Ella tea and toast in bed, and sat beside her to check her shoulder again. ‘It’s hard to drink when you’re doing that,’ she said as he rotated her arm in the air. ‘Ouch.’ He pressed his fingers into the joint. ‘Does that hurt?’ ‘A little.’ He moved to the old bullet and surgical scar. ‘How about that?’ ‘Not so hard.’ He moved down her back, prodding the vertebrae and the muscles either side. ‘Anywhere here?’ ‘No. Yes. Ow. There.’ ‘What about here?’ ‘No. All good.’ ‘Aaand here?’ ‘Thankfully that breast is fine,’ she said. ‘That one too.’ ‘Just making sure.’ He sat back with a smile. ‘You should get an X-ray though.’ ‘Monday,’ she said. ‘No, this morning. We’ll go past RPA on the way to the wedding.’ She looked at the clock. ‘You’re joking.’ ‘Go as you are,’ he said, and pulled back the covers. ‘You look absolutely fine.’ * There was no parking at RPA so Callum drove into the ambulance bay.
