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“Not enough time,” he said.

“It never would be,” she whispered.

“Just a few more minutes. Please.”

She smiled. “You sound like a kid begging to stay in bed on Monday morning. Time’s up. You’d better go before the monster gets you.”

She looked over his shoulder and he turned to see a stony-faced nurse walking down the corridor towards her room.

“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She squeezed his fingers as he stood up and leaned over to kiss her goodbye.

“Tomorrow,” she said with a wan smile. “Bring grapes. The flowers make me sneeze.”

He bit his lip and tried to smile back. The nurse opened the door and he turned, apologised, and left the hospital.

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: Just a little vignette this week, the vague medical theme inspired by watching the House DVDs I got for Christmas.)