“We,” said Jonnie, “are going to Africa.”
Doctor MacKendrick looked up from his task of removing the cast from Thor’s arm, a little startled.
All the wounded Scots but Thor had left the underground hospital; Thor’s arm had had to be rebroken and set but now it was fine, and with Thor gone, the hospital would be empty save for Jonnie. Doctor Allen had returned to Scotland to care for his practice and Doctor MacKendrick had been thinking of doing so as well.
As he finished cracking off the cast, Doctor MacKendrick said, “We?”
“Yes,” said Jonnie. “You are a bone man but you are also a neurosurgeon, I think they call it.”
Doctor MacKendrick looked at the tall young man, standing there leaning on his cane. He liked this young man. He liked him very much. His practice was being run at home
