Drake kisses his lover, a brief parting gesture, before cleaning himself up and dressing in his casuals.
He ventures downstairs to see if Mrs Ramsay's coals are still hot enough for a compress. He is met with a gimlet-eyed stare.
"Well, no wonder his leg is hurting!" she scolded. "You shouldn't be indulging yourself with him in that condition. Run along with you - I will fetch the doctor his medicine without your fussing."
Drake returns to their room, scarlet and mortified.
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He ventures downstairs to see if Mrs Ramsay's coals are still hot enough for a compress. He is met with a gimlet-eyed stare.
"Well, no wonder his leg is hurting!" she scolded. "You shouldn't be indulging yourself with him in that condition. Run along with you - I will fetch the doctor his medicine without your fussing."
Drake returns to their room, scarlet and mortified.