They had knocked him down and kicked him and left him unconscious in the gutter. Apparently he had been discovered and brought to the hospital where he now lay in extreme discomfort and trepidation. But anger simmered within him and there was a desperate longing for revenge.For the time being, however, Steven was pretending to be unaware of his surroundings because a nurse was standing by his bed, describing his injuries to a young policeman who no doubt waited, with his trusty notebook at the ready, for the gory details of the attack.‘He was found early this morning, Constable, by a market porter on his way to work. Gave the poor chap quite a turn because he thought he was a dead body. No one knows how long he was lying there. He’s got—’‘Hang on a minute. I can’t keep up!’‘Oh, sorry.’No doubt a slow writer, thought Steven.The nurse continued at a slightly slower pace. ‘He has two broken ribs, as far as we can tell, and received a severe blow to the head which led to concussion.
