Ella:

My thoughts were interrupted by a steady knock on the door followed by a team of doctors entering the room. James woke up promptly as though he was on some military training.

“Good Morning Miss Ella, you look bright and well-rested” smiled Doctor Eugene, a middle-aged chubby man of refreshing candour.

I raised my right hand to shake his and a sharp shoot of pain sprang through the bandaged arm. James ran to my side and supported my arm slowly resting it back on the bed. “Oh nothing to worry about Mr. Holt, it’s just a mild sprain.” (Looking at me) I’m going to remove these awful dressings covering...