“Can’t guarantee a flight out today, I’m afraid. The plane just left for Cochrane. I’ll have to talk you through it.” She caught his eye and he waved her inside, mouthed his thanks and motioned for her to set the tray down.
“Can you repeat that?” The woman’s voice was coming through intermittently. Lachlan squinted and leaned closer to the radio. “It’s a what?”
“An entry wound in the upper thigh. Can’t find the exit.”
“This is a patient you examined two days ago.”
“That is correct.”
“And you didn’t see the wound then.” Lachlan glanced at Hazel.
There was a pause. “No, Doctor Davies. We were doing chest x-rays. He had the wound packed with moss and didn’t mention it. But now his son has brought him back and wants me to look at it.”
“Which you have done.”
“Right. The skin is pink but
