Chapter Forty-One. Diana.
Daylight is breaking through the frosted floor-to-ceiling windows of the Accident and Emergency department. It has been hours since we arrived, but other than a frazzled-looking nurse triaging Jessie, there has not been a peep since. People have come, people have gone, some refusing to wait the average seven hours which is helpfully written on the white board hanging on the wall in front of the rows of faux leather chairs, which offer no support for your back, and make your arse sweaty as hell.
I blow out a long breath, wondering how much longer we are going to wait to be seen. The double doors swing open, as a middle-aged man staggers inside with his friend. Seeing everyone look at him, he doubled over, screaming at the top of his lungs, before saying to his
