‘Oi, anybody there? I’ve got to get home and into bed, before Mandy can kick me out to the spare room,’ Jack called from within his curtained off, and sadly, not soundproof, exam cubicle.
James poked his head around the curtains. ‘Jack, be quiet, please. Have a thought for the other patients, one of which is, Mandy,’ and he disappeared to return to his mission; to cure people.
Jack leapt off his exam bed and only half dressed in his hospital gown, completely open at the back and, combined with the fact there was not enough material made to completely cover the arse of Jack, he wobbled after the triage nurse, calling after him. ‘Jim Bob, what’s up? Where’s Mandy? What’s the matter with her? Jim Bob, where are you?’ And he bashed into a trolley that went rolling off down the casualty ward
