12Vince ran into Danny Nguyen on Monday morning in front of the X-ray department.
Vince had been on call for the weekend, and two days and three nights of being tied to the mobile phone had just come to an end. It wasn’t just the mums of sick kids, and old blokes with chest pains who hassled him, but the families in domestic crises and the crazies who decided at three o’clock Sunday morning that they can’t cope anymore.
‘How are things, Ox?’
Just tickety boo, Dan, thought Vince. About to be flushed down the professional dunny, that’s all. ‘Happy to have another on-call weekend behind me, mate.’
Danny laughed. ‘I know how you feel. Any news on that girl of yours who went to heaven last week?’
Vince’s post on-call euphoria immediately evaporated. He gave Danny a brief outline of the sta
