Chapter 8'You'll be all right, old chap,' the driver said.
'I sure hope so.'
A nurse climbed into the back of the ambulance next to James. 'My name is Jessica, and I'm here to look after you,' the girl smiled. She was a red-head and in her early twenties, James would have said. She had the pale complexion and freckles that are common to red-heads, and nice smiling eyes that were full of kindness.
'That's most thoughtful of you, I must say. My name is James Albury.'
The ambulance set off, and James tried his best to deal with the pain. It was bad, but he reckoned he could just about cope with it all right. Then the ambulance went over a bump and the jolt went right through him, so that he cried out, and the driver said that he was sorry and promised not to do it again. Although there wa
