Dr Musgrave wrapped the bandage around Watters’ chest with a grunt. “You have two broken ribs, George, and three cracked, plus deep bruising on your back and shoulder. That’s not counting the various lacerations, cracked cheekbone, and two broken knuckles.”
“Not so bad then,” Watters said.
Musgrave shook his head. “Are you not a little old to be playing these silly games?”
Watters winced. “So Marie would tell me,” he said.
“It’s time you listened to your wife. How old are you now?”
“I’m the wrong side of forty,” Watters admitted.
“Aye, and a few years added to that,” Musgrave said. “Leave the acrobatics to the younger men, George, that’s my advice to you.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Watters said. “Do you charge extra for your advice?”
“No. It comes free.” Musgrave tied the bandage. “Ther
