Knowing his luck, she was probably already off duty.
Gerry would have to look forward to receiving her bedside manner, tomorrow.
As he glanced around, he noticed that there were in fact three other beds in the room, all of which were occupied.
The patient in each bed was asleep, or at least appeared to be. Each had their own machine beside them, with tubes and wires snaking out like wild tentacles preparing to attack their prey.
Gerry relaxed his head back on his pillow.
‘A heart attack’. He supposed he should not be too surprised after a lifetime of too much booze, junk food and no exercise. Even so, he was not in bad shape for a man of his age. He had noticed his trousers growing a little tighter recently, but he put that down to getting on. No one could accuse him of being fat.
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