Chapter Four: Beeps, Butts and Britishisms
A mop of lively dark hair walks into my room wheeling a screen. “OK Lucy,” says the enthusiastic young doctor, “I have the CT scan I promised I would share with you”. Of course I have zero memory of this, but flash him a big grin, excited to be looking at something other than a … More Chapter Four: Beeps, Butts and Britishisms



