'Cause there's distinctly more activity around the place than there was an hour ago.
The explanation is that it's "rounds time", which doesn't mean much to me until someone says "Mr Morgan"s going to see you now and in walks The Man.
He's trailed by a collection of people much in the same way that comets and other astronomical things are trailed by debris. In this case, the collective name for all of his trailing debris is "Students" and I'm told once, simply, to "pay them no heed". Yes Sir.
He looks at me, checks the monitor and immediately asks why I'm still on Oxygen when my sats are back up to 98%. No arguements, it's taken off. Bit of a relief.
He then picks a victim and asks quite simply how the unfortunate would tell if I was still bleeding.
Brief pause. Minor panic, then enlightment strikes and victim #1 gestures to my bottle and asks to cross-check it with my charts and records. Makes sense.
Except it isn't the answer The Man was looking for. He's of the opinion that people can mis-read bottles and mis-record things on charts. Silence and confusion from the rest of the crowd, and then he cuts through the technology and documentation to perform one of the most brilliant pieces of observation that I've ever seen.
He picks up the hose that connects my drain to the bottle and asks victim #1 "hot or cold ?". Victim has a brief pause, mutters something and then the rest of the crowd get let in on the secret : If I was still "active", the hose would be warm and because it's cold, he knows that I've stopped bleeding.
Simple, inspired.
Then he takes a long hard look at the charts, read-outs and the bottle, looks over at me and says "You're doing remarkably well, Sir. Keep going". More of an instruction than a statement of facts.
Think I'll be OK with this guy.
