Deeply troubled. Then, she decided that she must have imagined it. It was probably because of her mother’s odd response. What she needed to put her mind at rest was a mirror. Nurse Vanilla came in with another nurse, but before Morven could ask for assistance they had wheeled the sleeping patient beside her, bed and all, out of the double room. Morven was alone. ‘Damn it,’ she muttered. She’d have to wait until they got back. She looked at the bag of blood. It was nearly empty. Barely a quarter of a cup remained. If it wasn’t for the IV she could easily get up and go to the bathroom, just metres away at the end of the small room. Perhaps she could manage to take the whole shebang with her. On inspection this seemed possible. The machine and IV set were on a metal stand with a set of wheels. Shouldn’t be too much drama. The only snag was that the machine was plugged in on the far side of the bedside cupboard to her right. The IV and its stand were on her left. To free up the IV she had to unplug the machine.
