Colonel Cærdiffi

Wilkins glanced up at the clock. 5pm. "Time to do my rounds, I think!"

He liked this part of the job. A nice opportunity to stretch the legs and have a chat with the patients.

He switched off his radio, checked his teeth in the mirror, put on his pristine white lab coat, put his stethoscope around his neck and left his room.

Mrs. Telford in Ward B was always happy to see him and he always talked to her first, and for the longest.

Wilkins ...