“Mr Reilly?” A
nurse bent down to help him mop up. She conveniently had a supply of paper
towels in her hand. When Patrick stared at her, she gave a rueful smile. “I
know, I’m a real Girl Guide, aren’t I? You’d be amazed how often spillages
happen, so I always carry towels just in case. People sit here for so long they
forget what’s around them.”
Patrick flushed.
“Thank you.”
“You’re waiting for
Mr Lee Campbell?” At Patrick’s eager nod, she put a gentle hand on his
shoulder. “He’ll be fine, but we’ll keep him in overnight.”
“His head—?”
“He’ll be fine,”
she repeated. “Honestly, I’m sure of it. He inhaled some smoke and has a few
scrapes from being knocked across the room. And yes, he caught his head on the
fridge as he fell. It doesn’t look like a heavy blow, there’s little bruising,
but we will keep head wounds in for the night, just in case. He should be
discharged tomorrow after we’ve reviewed the situation.”