Mitch hung up from talking to John and read the sign requesting all phones to be turned off before entering the hospital. He frowned, hit the silence button and ignored it. Mitch followed Nick and Ellen through the doors of the outpatients’ wing.
“Doing a roaring trade here for ten in the morning,” Nick commented as they struggled to find three seats together in the waiting room. Mitch saw a nurse glance at Nick, who was covered in dried blood, and she quickly motioned them into a small room.
“Ah, this is more like it,” Nick smiled.
“Be even better if they had a coffee machine in here,” Mitch added. “So, while we wait, can you tell me what happened?”
Nick sighed and sat back against the wall, resting on a stretcher. “It was my fault.”
Mitch listened, looking from Nick to Ellen as they
