What did she mean, “hit by a car”? Faces buzzed past him, hazy and out of focus. Hospital equipment bleeped, and the smell of disinfectant was ripe in the air.“Sir?”A short, dark-haired nurse watched him as he bombed towards the reception area.“My son,” Brian said, struggling to stay on his feet. “He’s…Where is he?”The woman shook her head and accompanied Brian to a chair. He couldn’t sit down. Couldn’t focus. He jolted back to his feet again.“Just, please–tell me he’s okay.”The nurse tapped a pen against a pad she was holding. “Okay. You’re going to have to stay calm for me, sir. What’s his name? Your son?”Brian scratched his forehead. “Err–um, Davey. Davey McDone. He’s…” He stalled. “He’s been in an accident.”The nurse scanned her register. “You just wait here for me for two seconds, okay? I’ll go and ask around. But please, sir, stay here.” She scooted off towards the reception area, taking a sympathetic glance over her shoulder.Brian rubbed his hands against his legs and winced as his sore hand caught against solid mud caked on his trousers.The images.
