Love and Affection

Prologue

December 31st, 1984

My mum was a nurse back home and my grandmother was a nurse on the frontlines in World War II. My father was a pilot with the RCAF and my grandfather dropped bombs on Germany. Had I been born a boy, I would have been in the Air Force but I was born a girl andI became a. nurse. 

I moved back to London after my dad died, it seemed fitting as it was the only place in the world I still had family. My grandparents were still living at this time. I went to nursing school and settled into a comfortable life while working in the ICU. I like the ICU, it's quiet and not nearly as hectic as the emergency room. 

Doctor Harding escorts a bed with a few surgical nurses into one of the ICU rooms. Doctor Harding is a surgeon and I usually seem him escorting patients from his ward to mine. I wander into the room and one of  the surgical nurses hands me the file.

"Good luck with this one, he's got a gaggle of friends waiting for him." She scoffs as I drop my eyes to the file.

Richard Allen, Single Vehicle Crash resulting in the accidental amputation of his left arm. The arm was successfully reattached but is under observation. 

Richard Allen, that name sounds familiar. I walk deeper into the room and take a look at the man. A young man, not much older than me, with curly dark hair. He even looks familiar although I can't quite place him.

I wander out of the room as the elevator doors open. A middle aged couple exit first and go directly to Richard Allen's room. Followed by four men with blond or light brown hour, I take a quick glance at their faces and catch one of their smiles out the corner of my eye. The smile ignites a memory in my head and images of my favourite band flash in my head.

Def Leppard.

Richard Allen....Rick Allen, the drummer.