The nurse came in shortly after my operation. In her arms she was carrying my belongings that I haf on my and the clothes I was wearing when I came in.
She hung my clothes over the back of the chair and put my backpack on the floor, then started going through it. ? ?
She pulled out a piece of folded paper and unfolded it.
"Oh? Miss Flyer, do you know what this is?"
I tried to talk, or move or respond in some way.
"It looks like a letter Miss Flyer."
What? No, its Ben's maths notes. Durh.
"Oh! A love letter Miss Flyer."
Erm? No.
"Here I'll read it to you."
And she began.
