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At the hospital, the doctor gave Andrews some painkillers after he cleaned up the bite.

He said:

‘You’re lucky, the woman who did this, she doesn’t appear to have any… how shall I say?… condition that might raise cause for concern.’

Falls, trying to suppress the rage that still boiled, said:

‘She has a condition now, all right.’

The doctor looked at her questioningly and she said:

‘Assaulting a police officer, that will get her two years. You might say she’d got a fucked condition.’

The doctor was appalled at the use of language, not to mention the glee and venom of the words, and he said:

‘I’m sure the poor woman needs help.’

Falls wanted to lash him, and she hated how, like Brant, she was starting to see liberals as a serious pain in the ass. She kept the steel in her tone and asked:

‘Are you married?’

He read it wrong and, flattered, conceded:

‘Ahm, yes, but we’ve been… ‘

Falls cut him off with:

‘And if some bitch took a chunk out of her neck, how much would your heart bleed?’

He wanted to get away and thought he might put a call through to his MP about the type of person wearing a uniform these days. He said:

‘One can’t, of course, predict one’s reaction but one likes to believe one would weigh the factors involved.’

Andrews wanted to get out of there and stood up, but Falls added:

‘Weigh this: when the bull dyke gets her biting ass in Holloway, we’ll see how one might weigh that factor.’

The doctor dismissed her, said to Andrews:

‘I strongly recommend you go home, get some rest. Is there anyone there to take care of you? You’ve had a traumatic time.’

Andrews didn’t answer him and walked away. Falls gave him the long stare and followed.

He said to a nurse:

‘God help us all if they’re the good guys.’