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“What about your job?”

“I quit. I’ll come and collect my things when I’m back at work next week.”

She walked away and shut the door behind her.

He ran a hand over his mouth and through his hair. In a second he’d wake up, and it would all be some nasty piss-taking dream.

Richard slapped his head.

The door still remained closed.

Not bothering to look up he left the hospital and drove home.