she’s wearing a cardigan, and that’s all that she’s wearing. Lee gives a deep sigh. But that is at least a token of acknowledgement, to the pleas and the persuasions of the ward staff, over the last week.
So he backs a little way out of the room, and holds the door almost shut, so that he can shout through it while affording her a reasonable level of privacy.
Not that Karen is currently giving a fuck about privacy, clearly. But it’s in the handbook, and he follows the guidelines, because he’s headed for chargenurse and hospital supervisor someday.
Jane Austen In Space 