“What’s your name?” The voice seemed distant, as if coming through a fog.
He shook his head to clear it.
“What’s your name?” the voice insisted.
He looked up at the man, eyes unfocused, holding his head. It hurt.
“I said, what’s your…?”
“Don’t tell them your name, Bob!”
He turned his aching head and looked at the woman.
Yes, that’s right, he thought. “Bob Smith,” he croaked through parched lips. “So I’ve come through the operation OK Doc?”
Bob smiled at Nurse Sarah. Every outpatient visit, every treatment, ‘Don’t tell them your name, Bob’ had been their little joke.
He shook his head to clear it.
“What’s your name?” the voice insisted.
He looked up at the man, eyes unfocused, holding his head. It hurt.
“I said, what’s your…?”
“Don’t tell them your name, Bob!”
He turned his aching head and looked at the woman.
Yes, that’s right, he thought. “Bob Smith,” he croaked through parched lips. “So I’ve come through the operation OK Doc?”
Bob smiled at Nurse Sarah. Every outpatient visit, every treatment, ‘Don’t tell them your name, Bob’ had been their little joke.
