In Practice

[rabidsamfan]

I was taking the night shift at Barts, supervising, when a Lacerated Lower Leg came in, sopping wet and reeking of oil and Thames-water, accompanied by flotilla of Street Arabs. They hovered anxiously and chirped unwanted questions as I coached my students through the process of disinfecting the wounds and placing the sutures so as to minimize the damage. I didn't even look at the patient's face until he caught one of the boys and sent him off to tell "Holmes" that he was in good hands.

I looked then all right, and found him smiling back. "Hello, Stamford."

"Watson?"









written for the Watsons Woes July 1 prompt. Beta by gayalondiel