"Well hey, that's brilliant," Neville said. Three months in hospital was no joke. He knew he'd be a wreck; for all his bravado he had always hated hospitals. Of course it was easier to forget how much he hated them when the patient he was visiting actually responded. At the same time he felt sorry; knowing that she had no one left to go home to. His Gran could be overbearing sometimes, but he wasn't sure what he would have done with himself all summer if she wasn't around. He tried not to think about it. "How are you getting there?" he asked, wondering if someone perhaps was going to pick her up.