EIGHTEEN
Carol bustled in with an armload of dressing packs. "Time to change your dressings. Let's see how you're healing up!" She smiled for all she was worth, but her eyes told me she was putting a positive spin on something she liked as little as I did. She didn't want to see my wounds, either.
I felt sorry for her, but I was happy to see her. It was a relief to know both the ward and the hospital I'd been sent to, not to mention see a familiar face in uniform. "Hi, Carol. Of all the wards to bring me to, I ended up in yours."
Her cheery smile didn't reach her eyes. She was trying to tell me something without words. "Of course. St Elsie's is the best hospital and we're its best ward. We had to fight for you, but we traded a couple of sporting injury patients to the other wards to kee
