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They finally take the piss bag off me. The narky blonde nurse does it. And she's not the delicate type. She pulls the catheter out of my chap: more painful than a kick in the bollocks with a steel boot.
"Oh, don't be such a softie," the nurse says.
I'm about to say something back when I see the police guard giving me the eyeballs.
He stands at the side of the bed.
"You enjoying this mate?" I ask him.
"A little bit, yeah," the smirking s**t-bag says.
I pull at the cuff on my right wrist. "Do the honours will you? I need to get out of this bed."
"Don't get any ideas," he says, removing the cuff.
"Does it look like I'm going anywhere?" I say, easing myself out of bed. I put both feet on the floor, rising with the help of the bed rail.
The copper removes the handcuff. He strolls s
