“What about your job?”
“I quit. I’ll come and collect my things when I’m back at work next week.”
She walked away and shut the door behind her.
He ran a hand over his mouth and through his hair. In a second he’d wake up, and it would all be some nasty piss-taking dream.
Richard slapped his head.
The door still remained closed.
Not bothering to look up he left the hospital and drove home.
