‘I’m just a surgeon!’ Kray shouted aloud. ‘Nothing more. Just a surgeon,’ he began muttering to himself as he studied his hands. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he dropped his head back down on to the pillow.

Eyes closed, he willed darkness to engulf him.  Falling back into following the rota was proving difficult, but he wanted to prove to everyone that he was fine. Turning to the side, he noticed that he now had only four hours before his next shift began.


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