I made it I guess. Made it through the night. On my own. Yeah. Made it through on my own. Now let's see how much of today I can get through without crying helplessly into Gordon's arms like I probably will. So here it is. Judgement day. Day that I learn what is wrong with me. I feel like my life is on hold. It can't go forwards and it cannot go backwards. What happens next rests entirely on what that little piece of paper says. And, as we all know, it could say anything. I can't do this. Not on my own. I'm going to play chicken and ask that I have Gordon here before they tell me anything.

I'm so tired. Tired and uncomfortable. These tubes are so restricting, and they make my hands feel like they've got lead weights sitting ontop of them, making any movement difficult. Even reaching for a glass of water is hard.

I dropped a glass of water this morning. Completely accidental mind, but thankfully sister was OK with it all. Says it's common. She says the antibiotics are the reason for my arm feeling so heavy, but they won't last. It'll only be a couple of days.

Antibiotics?? I don't understand. Can't be what I thought then. Must be an infection or something. I'm confused to say the least. I don't know what's wrong with me and nobody will tell me.

She watched as the nurses entered the ward, ready for their shift. They looked bright and cheery, something that she wasn't. One of them, a sister, was accompanied by a doctor, one that she recognised from the night before. And behind them, looking tired and formal, where the relatives of the patients. She looked wearily for him, before giving in to the tiredness that had now overwhelmed her.

"Jill... Jill it's me" Who's there? I can't quite pick out who that voice is. And why are they saying my name? Gordon's not here yet.. or is he?

I want to open my eyes and look, but I almost have to force them open. And, true to his word, there he is. Standing over me, with sister, and someone I remember from last night. Can't remember who he is though/

"Jill...Hey sweetie... it's me" Gordon started, his grip on her hand tightening, sitting down beside her.

"Morning" She replied, yawning quietly. She looked at the crowd that was now gathering around her, all eyes down, and focussing on her.

"How are you?" Gordon asked, carefully thinking what to say.

"Tired. Uncomfortable. Anyway... is someone going to tell me what's wrong with me?" She asked, the junior doctor smiling awkwardly as he read the piece of paper.

"Well... You had what we call an Appendicular abscess. Quite rare. But, the outlook is good. It's why you've been feeling so ill. The symptoms fitted perfectly." He started, Jill managing a weak smile.

"So.. why?" She asked.

"It's a added complication of appendicitis. No-one knows why really. But like I said, the outlook is good."

"What will happen now?"

"Well I'd like to keep you on the antibiotics for now, and you'll be here for a week to 10 days. See how things go eh?"

She nodded shyly, happy with the diagnosis and reassured.

That was it?! I thought I was dying or something. I actually did. But that's pretty serious stuff...Would explan an awful lot though, like why I felt rough for as long as I did. But at least I can get better now. And I've got Gordon's hand to hold, which makes everything ten times better...