The nurse blows a puff of smoke over Johnny’s head, then tosses the burnt nub into the parking lot. “You may have a drag,” she tells Johnny, “after you’ve been cleaned up, stitched up, and paid up.” She squeezes his cheek and deposits him at the paperwork counter. Johnny thinks this squeeze is friendly. Friendly isn’t too far from sexy, so he decides to skip the paperwork.
Johnny limps back into the parking lot and sees the nurse smoking a cigarette with another woman. They are passing it back and forth. He wonders what else they share. As he walks over, he feels their eyes all over him. He stands between them and takes off his jacket.
“Your shirt is all wet,” the nurse’s friend says. She rubs her hand down the length of his arm.
"The ditch was wet," Johnny replies. "Great vacation, huh?" He laughs.
"You poor thing," the nurse calls him, and blows smoke from the corner of her mouth. Johnny likes the contrast of the gray against her lipstick. She puts her hand on his thigh. "And you must also get that leg fixed."
The nurse and her friend take an arm each and guide him back inside. "Let the doctors take care of you first," the friend says.
The nurse lights a cigarette and says: "Then we take care of you. We make sure everything is working, yes?" And she winks.
"Jesus," Johnny thinks. "No wonder the French healthcare system is the envy of the world."
"Alors! You have a fracture of the skull." The doctor sniffs, glances at his watch and crushes out his cigarette. "Come back tomorrow. Now it is already five o'clock and I am finished for the day."
Opening: Chris Eldin.....Continuation: anon