Talk to Me

Chapter Seven #4

We passed a few diehard smokers just outside and as we stepped through the automatic doors of A his skin tone matched the institutional grey walls.

‘What have we got then? Another stabbing?’ he asked unsympathetically, looking at my bloody arm.

I glared at him and his grubby white coat. You never saw that on Casualty.

‘No,’ I said angrily. ‘Someone threw a brick through my window and I’ve got glass in my arm.’ I enunciated every word carefully to make sure he knew I wasn’t a mate of Shannon’s.

‘Ah.’ He looked chastened. ‘Let’s have a look then.’

The next hour was something I’d rather not dwell upon. Despite a hefty injection of something — in my arm, not bum — I felt every move that doctor made and it wasn’t pleasant.