He left the envelope and check.

“I’ll be back at nine tomorrow.

Don’t waste any more of my time.”

He went without asking how I felt, whether the delivery was progressing safely, or whether I needed anything.

When the door closed, I asked the nurse to restrict his visits.

She checked what I wanted, recorded it, and told the desk.

My refusal concerned access to my hospital room.

It was not a family-court judgment made from a bed.