Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

drew closer, I could see the consultant’s door was ajar. I hesitated outside, but I
could hear Mrs Traynor’s voice in my ears all the time now, criticizing me for
leaving him. I had done it again.
‘So we’ll see you in three months’ time, Mr Traynor,’ a voice was saying.
‘I’ve adjusted those anti-spasm meds and I’ll make sure someone calls you with
the results of the tests. Probably Monday.’
I heard Will’s voice. ‘Can I get these from the pharmacy downstairs?’
‘Yes. Here. They should be able to give you some more of those too.’
A woman’s voice. ‘Shall I take that folder?’
I realized they must be about to leave. I knocked, and someone called for me
to come in. Two sets of eyes swivelled towards me.
‘I’m sorry,’ said the consultant, rising from his chair. ‘I thought you were the
physio.’
‘I’m Will’s … helper,’ I said, hanging on to the door. Will was braced forward
in his chair as Nathan pulled down his shirt. ‘Sorry – I thought you were done.’
‘Just give us a minute, will you, Louisa?’ Will’s voice cut into the room.
Muttering my apologies I backed out, my face burning.
It wasn’t the sight of Will’s uncovered body that had shocked me, slim and
scarred as it was. It wasn’t the vaguely irritated look of the consultant, the same
sort of look as Mrs Traynor gave me day after day – a look that made me realize
I was still the same blundering eejit, even if I did earn a higher hourly rate.
No, it was the livid red lines scoring Will’s wrists, the long, jagged scars that
couldn’t be disguised, no matter how swiftly Nathan pulled down Will’s sleeves.