Read Online Written in the Scars (The Estate Series Book 4) by Mel Sherratt - Free Book Online

like she often did. But Sue smiled as she walked past to make up a bed that had been recently vacated.
    ‘Give him a run for his money, if you can,’ she shouted over as she pulled back a sheet. ‘He did nothing but moan last night.’
    ‘You’d moan if you were put through so much pain.’
    ‘Is it any better this morning?’ Sue stopped what she was doing. ‘The doctor will be around soon and we can sort out more pain relief if possible.’
    ‘I’m okay, thanks.’
    Sue nodded and continued stripping the bed.
    ‘It was too swollen to do everything,’ Sam explained to Meg. ‘I might have to have another operation. I have to wait and see.’
    ‘Well, you might be moving wards soon then.’
    ‘Haven’t a frigging clue. All I know is that it hurts like fuck.’
    Megan looked at him with a frown. ‘You swear a lot, you know.’
    ‘And?’
    ‘Some people, they curse so much in conversation that they don’t even realise they do it all the time. It can offend people without you realising.’
    Sam bit on his bottom lip. ‘Have I offended you?’
    ‘Me?’ Megan shook her head, her blonde ponytail swishing at the back of her head. ‘Not at all. But—’
    ‘Well then, mind your own business and stop interfering.’
    ‘I was only –’
    ‘You were trying to be a busybody, like a lot of people here. But what do you know? You haven’t had an accident and you aren’t stuck in here either. So forgive me if I swear every now and then without thinking.’
    ‘Hey, you said a few sentences without swearing!’ Megan glanced at him from below her fringe.
    Sam’s frown changed into a smirk. Then it morphed into a yawn.
    ‘Sorry, I have a tendency to yackity-yack for too long,’ Megan smiled.
    ‘No, I’m just tired.’
    ‘That’ll be the anaesthetic,’ Megan nodded knowingly. ‘It knocks you about for a couple of days afterwards. You’ll just be getting used to it as they’ll be sending you home.’
    ‘Oh, ha ha, very funny.’
    Megan beamed as she wheeled away her trolley. ‘It’s far better than being a grumpy chops and swearing at everyone.’
    When she heard a noise behind her, she turned back to see that the plastic cup which had been on the cabinet beside the bed was now on the floor, a small pool of water beside it.
    ‘Oops, how clumsy.’ Sam pressed a hand to his mouth, a look of innocence on his face.
    Megan frowned, catching Sue’s eye as she did. Sue was hiding a smirk. Had Sam knocked the cup off deliberately?
    She wheeled the bucket over and proceeded to mop up regardless. Picking up the cup, she shoved it in the rubbish bag attached to the handle on the trolley.
    ‘What did you say your name was?’
    Megan turned round and tapped her name badge with a finger.
    ‘Well, Megan,’ Sam whispered. ‘You have a mighty fine arse from where I’m sitting.’
    Megan tried not to smile but she couldn’t help herself. Even when he frowned, she still felt herself drawn to him.
    ‘Pity it’s out of bounds for you then, isn’t it?’
    She flounced off, feeling happy to have the last word.
     
    It was five thirty. Donna looked up as Keera rushed through the living room to get her bag.
    ‘You off out already?’ Donna asked.
    ‘Yes, and I’m going to miss the bus and be late again, if I don’t leave right now.’ Keera’s eyes flitted quickly around the room. ‘Have you seen my black cardigan? The one with the short sleeves?’
    Donna pointed to the table. ‘Over the back of the chair where you left it.’
    Keera sighed with gratitude. ‘There it is, thanks, Mum. Right, I’m off, see you later.’
    ‘Give me a ring if you’re stopping out?’
    ‘I’m not stopping out.’
    Donna shrugged. ‘You never know – you might meet a nice fella and want to have a good time.’
    ‘Chance would be more like it.’ Keera rolled her eyes. ‘They’re usually three sheets to the wind by the time I’m ready to have some fun.’
    Donna smiled. ‘See you later, love. Don’t forget you said