I wake to the screeching of my alarm. I don't have to look at the clock to know that it's two in the afternoon. My body wants to stay in bed but I can't. I need to get up so that I will be able to sleep properly tonight - or at least sort of properly. I need to get my sleep routine back to normal by Sunday morning when I'm due back at the hospital.

When I find myself aimlessly thinking about Grace, I consider messaging Tessa and asking for a date. It's tempting. But the prospect of ...