Now, with two weeks of enforced rest, he found himself in his small flat, a place that had always been his refuge, but which at the moment felt like a prison cell. He looked out the window, the city was moving beneath his feet, and he felt trapped.

"No, I'm fine," he replied, trying to sound more convincing than he really felt. He didn't like being looked after. He was a hero, a warrior; he didn't need anyone playing nurse with him.