When Emme woke again it was just her mother sitting by her bedside, crocheting a dress for Zara.
‘That was a big sleep…’ she said, as if Emme were a toddler.
‘Where’s Dad?’
‘He went off to get some sandwiches. Your friend Tiago’s showing him a better option than the hospital canteen,although I thought they were pretty good myself. They did a nice turkey and cranberry one yesterday…’
‘Of course. Is it Christmas Day yet?’
‘Not yet, love.’ Marian tucked her crochet away. ‘Cat was brought in but you were asleep…’
‘Is she OK?’
‘She’s a bundle of energy, isn’t she?’
Emme smiled.
‘How long are you staying here for?’
There was a polite knock at the door before her mother could answer.
Tristan stood, one hand in his pocket. Denim shirt loose under his thick jacket. His face sunkissed and golden from the South African summer.
‘Mind if I…?’ he looked at Emme hesitantly.
‘Oh, do come in!’ Marian said, all of a fluster.
His good looks were not lost on Emme’s mother either.
‘Emme, this is the gentleman who saved your life!’ She stood up, almost as if she should curtsey.
‘Tristan, hi…’ Emme gave a small wave.
‘Emme,’ he said, almost in a gasp.
‘Oh, you know each other?’ Marian asked, delighted.
If only she knew how well.
Marian blushed as she made an unnecessary fuss about picking up her things.
‘Maybe you want to talk, I’ll leave you to it. Actually, love, I might go and call Dad, tell him to buy extra. You might want something other than hospital food– and would you like anything, love?’ She looked to Tristan as she wittered.
‘No, I’m fine thank you.’
‘Will you be alright?’ Marian hesitated.
‘Of course Mum, find Dad, get some food.’
‘I can stay with her,’ Tristan said reassuringly. ‘As long as you need.’
He looked at Emme cautiously. Aware that the last time they spoke she was furious with him.
Emme looked back at Tristan, feeling utterly confused.
I was dying,she remembered, realising she had no head space for anger right now. She was too spent.
‘I’ll come back with your dad and sandwiches as soon as I can. Visiting hours end at ten pm.’
