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"What is it?" the dark-haired doctor says.
"We've got a code blue in ward three," the nurse says. "It's little Jimmy. We're losing him!"
"Little Jimmy?" the doctor says in horror. "Oh my God."
As the doctor processes the news and the nurse nods up and down with mock tears, the episode cuts to the closing credits. I watch 'em like a hawk.
"What a loada s**t," one of the drinkers says behind me.
I ignore 'em. Eyes glued to the screen. The credits roll fast.
Nurse in Corridor - Naomi Jones.
There we go. Must be her.
I grab a paper napkin off the bar top. "Got a pen?" I ask the barman.
He hands one over. No arguments.
I scribble down the name. "Sorry for my aggressive behaviour. I've had a rough day." I slip him a ten dollar bill and tell both guys I threatened to have a drink on
