Peter B | Claire
It must be hard to be in something with someone and for them to just be gone. Or fortunate if maybe that was what you were hoping for, a quick way out of something. So there was obviously ups and downs to it. But Claire liked Peter and she certainly didn't want to see that melancholy look in his eye, that all of them got sometimes.
"No room for bull horns there's already a butterfly," Claire said with a large sigh. "Alas." She liked that she could make him smile, take his mind off wherever it had gone. She had looked after him, well she'd looked after everyone but Peter had been far more than just a patient. Claire had sat with him, read to him, fed him and all that kind of stuff and in turn without being asked he'd cared for her as well. The nurse had become the nursed.
His hand under her shirt was warm, the press of fingertips sending those delightful prickles up her spine which was from more than just dancing. "I would never, I took an oath!" Claire said.