Alex’s hand was itching to give Sheila’s round face a little pinch.

“You’re supposed to have your dressing changed today, Mr. York. Has it been done?” Sheila asked.

Alex replied, “Yes. This morning. I didn’t know you were on the night shift and was wondering why you weren’t doing the ward rounds yet.”

Sheila smiled. “I am indeed on the night shift. Your wounds have mostly recovered. You can be discharged if you want to.”

“I can’t leave if I haven’t fully recovered. If I return home, my eld