Running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair that was so much like his son’s, Mr Wells’ shoulders dropped slightly as he let out a defeated sigh.
‘Please Nurse . . .’ he started
‘Reynolds’ my mother replied, ‘Evelyn Reynolds.’
‘Nurse Reynolds, please would you tell me what is happening with my son?’
Smiling widely, my mother unfolded her arms, reaching out to pick up his chart as she went into nurse mode.
‘Jameson was brought in at 6:38pm, he had severe bruising to his face and body, his right arm had deep lacerations that required cleaning of dirt and glass, and then stitching. His right leg was crushed badly in the crash and he needed extensive work to realign his bones, screws have been put into his ankle as it was shattered under the impact.’
Looking up at Mr Wells, my mum g
