Sunday 14th February 1993 After lunch 13:30

I knew that if I collapsed, Dr Lewis would save my life. I trusted her completely.

What could make me feel better than regaining consciousness and seeing her kind face gradually come into focus, hearing her call my name and watching her expression change from fear to relief. Perhaps that sense of relief would be so strong that she would inadvertently lean forward, kiss my forehead and rub my shoulder as tears poured down her face.

I can imagine her sitting beside me while I convalesce in a comfortable hospital bed and sunlight streams through the windows. She will listen attentively as I reflect on my short and uneventful life and we will discuss a future where, for medical reasons, she can never leave my side.

Daydreaming.