Duel,part 5

The human body is a strange thing. We imagine we have total control over it. Some fellow once said, ' My Body and My Will Are One.' But only when we are ill do we realise how little control we have over it.
I think the definition of health is having some control over one's body.  
The point is, that I passed out as soon as I fell through the doctors door, and when I woke the next day I could not use my arms.
Not an agreeable state of affairs.

'Can I tell you a secret, m'lord?' she asked.
'Certainly.'
'I am not a real nurse.'
'That's not exactly what a patient likes to hear,' I started paying attention to her. she was rather pretty. @tell me more...'
'I am a Governess, I do this in my free time. I dearly wish to be a nurse, and not a Governess. Can I tell you another secret?'
'Go on.'
'I really don't like children.'
That was how I met Annabel.

She took care of me for three humiliating days, when my arms would not do what I tell them. then three more days of Bed Rest. (The children were in France, so she had plenty of free time.) I became fond of her, and her little secrets.
On the final day- when I was thanking her, and thinking of inviting her for Afternoon Tea the next day-  Captain Johnny West burst in.
The great peacock was covered in brass and gold lace, and shon like a tiny sun. Even his ruddy face and pearly teeth shon.
'Annabel!' roared the rum fellow. 'I simply couldn't wait to meet you.'
He embraced her, right there in the ward, and she melted in his arms like a daft maiden.
'Excuse me,' I broke the spell. 'Patient present!  And I must be going.
'Sorry, Lond Stone, ' she turned to me.
'I shall see you soon, Annabel,' said I.
She actually blushed, which made him turn even redder. 
I walked out, I had work to do.

I went straight to my smithy. i had a set of throwing knives to finish, and a Great Sword to start. I have very specialised clients, and they tend not to be very patient.
I worked all day, then I went to the doctor's at eight in the evening. That was the time she finished work.