‘Fallen off your bike again,’ the same casualty triage nurse.
‘You got no home to go to? Jack replied.
‘Can’t go home, cutbacks, reduced staff, so no cover, and we have to take up the slack with no overtime payment. They take the piss, and we’ve no time to demonstrate, cute strategy, eh?’
‘Do me a flavour, have a kip before you work on my hand, then meet me and my mates at C&A’s for a bit of sedition.’
‘I will not be doing your hand, but will certainly meet you at C&A’s, but wouldn’t it be more convenient to meet here?’ They laughed amicably, mechanically. A doctor looked at the hand and scribbled something. Jack was tipped into a wheelchair and was headed off to X-ray, police officers in reception and by the treatment areas, as he was wheeled along; plaudits, pats on the back as he we
