‘Says here you fell off your bike into a box of Mangos?’ the triage nurse was grinning.
‘Jim, don’t be a Pratt.’
‘It’s James,’ he carried on with his checks.
‘Jim get me sorted, I’ve a date with a beautiful woman.’
James laughed automatically but focused on Jack’s vitals. Nurse Exactly was cutting away Jack’s shredded clothes, cleaning him up. ‘I used to like Mango, James, but mixed with blood, and what looks like rice, isn’t doing me any favours right now.’ James Mmm’d. ‘What’s this stuff?’
Jack stiffly raised his head, ‘Mumbai Mix.’
‘Don’t you mean Bombay mix?’
There was a response from the next treatment bay, ‘And that’s how it all started, Bombay Mix.’
‘Kipper, is that you? Exactly, can you pull that curtain back please?’ The nurse looked at James who nodded, still focused on h
