Was she afraid? Perhaps I only think so because of her hands. Tentatively moving. Yes, she was afraid. Of the smell. The smell on the wards, the decay, the smell of Mr. J. He wasn't going to make it and he knew it. Even though every day she came in and cheerfully greeted him with a false report. He smelled because he was afeared. You didn't have to be a dog to sense it. It was there as soon as you walked in the room.

Stop.

This was morbid thinking.

Grab a hold of yerself girl. Don't be going on with this foolishness.