Cheryl [antikvár]

Prologue'Can I have your autograph and a picture?'I was totally stunned. Was this person really here, asking me to sign my name and pose for a photo?'Well can I?'The woman was staring at me hopefully, holding a camera up and pushing a bit of paper towards me.'No, absolutely not,' I stuttered. I was flabbergasted. Disgusted, actually.This wasn't a fan at a Girls Aloud concert or someone waiting outside the X Factor studios. The woman was a cleaner at the London Clinic where I was being treated for malaria.I'd literally nearly died just days before, and now I was lying in bed looking and feeling so weak and ill, and trying to get my head around what the hell had happened to me. The cleaner stuffed the camera in her apron pocket and looked quite put out, as if I'd turned down a perfectly reasonable request.Derek was horrified, and he leapt up and showed her the door. He's one of the most kind and sensitive and gentlemanly men I have ever met, but I swear from the look in his eyes he wanted to kill that woman.I stared at Derek in disbelief. How had my personal life got so tangled up with my job and my fame that other people no longer treated me like a human being?'Am I going to die?' I'd asked a nurse on my first day in intensive care. There was a pause before she told me plainly: 'There's a possibiHty.'