As the young man explained they were having inter-house competitions, bringing together boys from other classes in a game of football. An accident had happened, there was no malice on the lad who stepped on him, and whose identity remained unknown. I listened intently to the young man. The young man was wheeled into theatre at 9.30pm that night, but he would have the last word. “If all goes well, I will rate this hospital the best in the world,” the young man declared.
