Delia woke up to the sound of Fred bashing something outside. She rolled over to face the window, where the noise was coming from, and took a deep breath before pushing herself up into a sitting position. For a brief moment, Delia had forgotten about her argument with Patsy last night but the memory soon flashed back into her mind. Delia played over the events of last night in her mind. Had she been too harsh? Or was she only being honest? Shaking her head, she dispelled these thoughts and rose up out of the bed. Picking up her towel, Delia headed towards the bathroom where she hoped for a much-needed relaxing bath.
Delia pushed open the bathroom door, and jumped when she saw the image of Patsy slumped against the side of the bath. Delia began to stutter "Oh…err…sorry I didn't know anyone was in here…" Patsy looked up and acknowledged Delia's existence, slowly Patsy rose off the floor and stumbled her way past Delia without saying a word. Delia's gaze followed Patsy's stooped body across the hall and back into the room Patsy and Trixie shared. Delia push the bathroom door fully open and entered into the pale green room. Locking the door behind her, Delia turned towards the bath and twisted the taps on. Once again, the events of last night washed over her, and she began to whimper. "So…are we over then? Because there's no point being together if all we get is stolen glances over a game of checkers with Barbra and Trixie" played over and over. Delia felt like screaming, how could she have said such a thing? To Patsy of all people! The person she loved, the person she LOVES. Delia plunged her entire body under the water, and laid there until the lack of oxygen rid her brain of the thoughts she was having. Emerging from the water, Delia stood up and grabbed her towel wrapping it round herself.
Having tip toed her way back to her room from the bathroom, Delia had now managed to pull on her nursing uniform and was getting herself ready to head downstairs to the dining hall. With one last final glance in the mirror, Delia traipsed down stairs and seated herself in her usual eating spot. Her eyes flickered over the door frame, which Patsy had just entered through looking rather red around the eyes, and then back to the plate in front of her. Delia hated that her and Patsy hadn't had chance to speak yet, but she knew that the conversation would have to wait until after rounds now.
With that thought, Sister Julienne entered into the room and the pleasantries of breakfast began.