THIRTY-NINE
‘Will he be okay?’
‘He will Father,’ the ICU doctor said, after graphically describing Paolo’s condition. ‘Your colleague, the Priest though, is critical.’ The Doctor looked at Jack, ‘You look pale.’
Jack grimaced, ‘I’m not your pal, mush. Get me out of here, Mike.’
Mike guided Jack, via casualty, to check the Arab was secure. Jack batted Jim, the triage nurse away, who was fussing about something completely unimportant. ‘It’s James, Jane, and you look like shit.’
‘I feel like s**t, Jim, you obviously didn’t do your job right last time. I have to write to the hospital about the furniture and oxygen lines, I’ll mention you, as well as Insensitive Clare.’ James didn’t understand a word, and Mike had to run to catch Jack, who couldn’t stand hospitals at the best of times, and
