I saw her stop in her tracks, and Jackie must have seen her too, because the next thing I saw was her giving Mum a hug and leading her out toward the nursesâ station.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amber arrived on the fourth day, and from then on everything changed for me.
Paul had been sick for two nights in a row. It was like a conspiracy. Throughout the day he would just sit Âquietly, wincing whenever he moved and the tube heâd had inserted in his nose snagged on his nostril. Then at night it sounded like a pack of rabid dogs had taken up residence in his bed. Marc kept coming in to help him, but all night I could hear retching and the sound of liquids being sloshed about. Every once in a while it would seem like heâd settled. Then, just as I could feel myself nodding back to sleep, it would start again.
âYouâre all right. Be strong, lad,â I could hear Marc whisper as Paul groaned some more.
âSleep is vital to recovery,â I told Mum. âIf I canât sleep, then the whole thing is pointless. Canât I get a private room? I think Iâd handle this much better on my own.â
âNice to see your old spiritâs intact,â Grandma said,chewing on one of the grapes she had brought for me, which she had monopolized and didnât seem to be in the mood to share.
âFiona sent you this,â Chris said, pulling out a menâs magazine. Sheâd taped a photograph of herself, giving two thumbs up, onto the modelâs face. âShe says sheâll come and visit you as soon as sheâs back from her shoot in Milan.â
âI think she could be a model,â I said.
âYou donât say?â
Mum took the magazine and tucked it into the farthest corner of the drawer.
âSome things never change . . . sadly ,â she said, and poured herself a glass of sports drink. I cleared my throat and nodded toward the level in the bottle.
âBloody hell, Francis, Iâll buy you a crate of the stuff if you want. Anyway it hasnât been touched since I was last here.â
That was not the point.
âOh,â she said, pulling something from her bag, âthis came from school.â
It was a card with two dozen names and get well messages scrawled inside. On the front was a picture of a teddy bear with a bandage on its head.
âCute, eh? Is that from your little friends?â Grandma asked, taking the card and inspecting the photograph on the front.
âOoh,â she said, handing it back to Mum. âThey left the price on.â
âDo you want me to put it up?â Mum asked.
âNo,â I said. The picture was crass and juvenile, and would have been at odds with the impressive array of literature I had on display. It would ruin my reputation as the wardâs sophisticate.
âFine. Iâll put it in the drawer with the porno and the iPod. How you getting on, you know ?â
Mum whispered something in my ear, nodding to the beds across from us where Paul and Kelly were pretending not to listen.
I shrugged.
âOkay, I suppose. I think Iâm misunderstood, though, like van Gogh was.â
Grandma made a joke about not cutting off my ear, which did not get much of a response.
âYouâre looking okay on it,â Mum said, stroking my face, âbrave lad. House isnât the same without you. I keep cooking for two, so at least your brotherâs doing all right off it.â
âHave you remembered to record all of my programs?â I asked.
There was a TV on a giant, bendy metal arm that you could pull down and watch while lying down, but I was scared to use the remote as it was the same one as for the bed, and as a result had taken to reading.
âYes, love, I got your list,â Mum said with a hint of Âsarcasm.
âThe rec roomâs pretty fancy,â Chris added. âI had a look around while Mum was having a chat with Jackie. We can go down later on if youâre