WAITING...

We all trooped into the A&E Waiting Area, where we tried to pass the time by reading posters about Not Using Mobile Phones and Quitting Smoking, and leaflets about Malaria and 'Flu Shots, while we waited for Mr Juicy to be seen.

Soon a door opened and a nurse called, rather uncertainly, 'Mister... ummm, Juicy?'. 

Wilson immediately raised his paw, said, 'Yes! Yes! That's us!' and wheeled Mr J's wheelchair through the doorway into the Examination Room.

After what seemed like a very long time, Wilson emerged, alone, and announced, 'Mr J has been admitted. He's in the ICU. We can visit him in a little while.'

Byron put an arm round Wilson's shoulder and tried to comfort him, saying quietly, 'He's in the best place – I bet the doctors here know everything about fixing oranges.'