Chapter 21

Surgeons didn’t have a medical degree so couldn’t useDrand—Why

the hell was he thinking about stuff like this anyway?

They had to wait about ten

minutes, most of which was spent in silence, before being ushered

into the presence.

The urology consultant had

the bedside manor of a lump of wood. Cold didn’t even come close.

Trevor sat nervously in a chair, Paul sending him reassuring

glances as Mr Barraclough read medical notes, examined ultrasound

films, at no time looking up, speaking to or even acknowledging

that Trevor was present.

After scribbling something

down, Mr Barraclough capped his fountain pen and looked up. “Are

you sexually active, Mr Pierson?”

“Why, you interested in a

quickie?” The remark left Trevor’s lips before he could stop

it.

The balding, slightly

overweight doctor’s eyebrows shot up so high Trevor thought they’d

go all the way to the top of his head.

“Trevor, behave,” Paul

said softly.

Still bristling at the