I catch Emma’s eye as she looks up from her clipboard. She’s staring at me, a faint smirk on her face, and I can almost ignore the materialising scythe long enough to take a swing at her. Honestly, It’s a wonder so many bitches go into nursing.

I drag my eyes away from her patronising smile. I look at the man with the scythe. He’s not smiling- in fact he looks rather concerned. It’s too soo...