Conversations I Wish I Had

The Wounded Healers

A Better NHS

John barely noticed the rain that soaked through his expensive shoes and made his cigarette smoulder. Lisa’s pink fur slippers soaked up the rain like sponges but her feet were warm enough. Anna stood more comfortably between them in brown suede boots, as they leaned over the railings in front of the Accident and Emergency department gazing blankly through the rain. Ambulances rolled in almost silently, lights flashing, sirens off. It was raining less heavily than it had during the day, but it made the darkness feel closer. They smoked in silence. Across the car park, they could see the glows from near the gates, where those inhaling more pungent substances huddled together, occasionally sharing their smokes with the security guards.

The rain tapped on the windows as lights pulsed from machines that pipped quietly in the night, controlling the drip of fluids in and data out of Sally’s arms…

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