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Authors: Teresa Driscoll
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Cypriot man, who had dived so bravely to push Sam aside, was now biting into his lip. ‘Just a bad cut.’
‘For God sake, Sam. Look how deep it is. We need to get you both to a hospital.’
The courageous stranger had a long gash, deep to near the bone, it seemed. Sam’s injuries were ugly also – a nasty patch of shorn flesh where the gravel had sliced the surface, some of it embedded. Superficial but nasty all the same. They would both need stitches.
‘You could have broken something. We need an ambulance,’ she was taking out her own mobile, her hand shaking.
The helpers were now talking quickly in Greek to the other injured man before translating for Sam and Melissa. ‘He wants to get it stitched at the nearest medical centre. He is saying the hospital will take hours. What about you? Do you want an ambulance?’
‘I could get this seen in Polis, Mel. They’re right. It will be much quicker. There’s a centre right near the apartment.’
‘I don’t know. I’m not happy about that. And I don’t think you should be sitting up. We need to check your neck? Your bones? Jesus…’
‘Mel. Please. You need to calm yourself. We’re going to be fine. There’s no serious damage. Just a rugby tackle. And a very bad landing.’ Sam was now reaching out to the young man who had clearly come off worse. ‘Are you all right? I am so grateful. So very grateful.’
‘But you might have broken something. Fractured something. There could be something internally—’ Melissa had her hands up to her head.
‘They have gone to fetch my brother – Alexandros. He can help you,’ the youngest of their helpers was again on his mobile, speaking in Greek briefly before putting it back in his pocket, then speaking again in Greek to the older man who was nodding. ‘He is home on holiday. Alexandros. Working up at the cafe. You need to keep still, I think. He will only be a few minutes.’
Melissa hated that she could not follow the phone conversations – her face betraying her continued panic. Failing to see how a waiter…
‘He’s a medical student. My brother.’
‘Oh right,’ she blushed. Still she would have preferred an ambulance but had no idea how long it would take for one to arrive.
Melissa was now looking at Sam’s injury.
‘It’s OK, Mel. These guys are right. An ambulance and hospital will take hours. We’re gonna be fine. I’ll get this all washed and cleaned up back at the resort. We’re all just a bit shaken. It’s going to be fine.’
‘You want police?’ the young Cypriot helper was looking at his watch.
The younger injured man shook his head then turned to Sam who shrugged his agreement.
‘OK. No police.’
‘But it’s a hit-and-run, Sam. The guy should have stopped,’ Melissa still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. ‘We can’t let him get away with that.’
‘It was an accident.’
‘He lost control because he was going too bloody fast.’
‘Look. None of us needs it, Mel. The police. The paperwork,’ Sam’s eyes were wide. ‘The whole circus. These guys are tougher. And they’re right. We’ll be stuck here for bloody hours. Please. Just let it go. We’re all right.’
It was at this point that Alexandros joined them – an immediately calming influence who urged everyone to step back while he very methodically checked them over in turn. Their eyes. Their limbs. ‘Does this hurt? And this?’ flexing their legs and arms and feeling very carefully the flesh at each of their joints. Also their chest and ribs.
‘You have both been very lucky. Nothing broken. We can wash the wounds here. Clean you up a bit but you both need stitching.’
‘Yes I realise. We will get it done in Polis. There’s a medical centre not far from where we’re staying. But what about the other guy?’
‘There’s a place not far from here also. I’ll arrange it.’ Alexandros had now stood back up and was talking in Greek to the two other men who helped both Sam and his
‘For God sake, Sam. Look how deep it is. We need to get you both to a hospital.’
The courageous stranger had a long gash, deep to near the bone, it seemed. Sam’s injuries were ugly also – a nasty patch of shorn flesh where the gravel had sliced the surface, some of it embedded. Superficial but nasty all the same. They would both need stitches.
‘You could have broken something. We need an ambulance,’ she was taking out her own mobile, her hand shaking.
The helpers were now talking quickly in Greek to the other injured man before translating for Sam and Melissa. ‘He wants to get it stitched at the nearest medical centre. He is saying the hospital will take hours. What about you? Do you want an ambulance?’
‘I could get this seen in Polis, Mel. They’re right. It will be much quicker. There’s a centre right near the apartment.’
‘I don’t know. I’m not happy about that. And I don’t think you should be sitting up. We need to check your neck? Your bones? Jesus…’
‘Mel. Please. You need to calm yourself. We’re going to be fine. There’s no serious damage. Just a rugby tackle. And a very bad landing.’ Sam was now reaching out to the young man who had clearly come off worse. ‘Are you all right? I am so grateful. So very grateful.’
‘But you might have broken something. Fractured something. There could be something internally—’ Melissa had her hands up to her head.
‘They have gone to fetch my brother – Alexandros. He can help you,’ the youngest of their helpers was again on his mobile, speaking in Greek briefly before putting it back in his pocket, then speaking again in Greek to the older man who was nodding. ‘He is home on holiday. Alexandros. Working up at the cafe. You need to keep still, I think. He will only be a few minutes.’
Melissa hated that she could not follow the phone conversations – her face betraying her continued panic. Failing to see how a waiter…
‘He’s a medical student. My brother.’
‘Oh right,’ she blushed. Still she would have preferred an ambulance but had no idea how long it would take for one to arrive.
Melissa was now looking at Sam’s injury.
‘It’s OK, Mel. These guys are right. An ambulance and hospital will take hours. We’re gonna be fine. I’ll get this all washed and cleaned up back at the resort. We’re all just a bit shaken. It’s going to be fine.’
‘You want police?’ the young Cypriot helper was looking at his watch.
The younger injured man shook his head then turned to Sam who shrugged his agreement.
‘OK. No police.’
‘But it’s a hit-and-run, Sam. The guy should have stopped,’ Melissa still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. ‘We can’t let him get away with that.’
‘It was an accident.’
‘He lost control because he was going too bloody fast.’
‘Look. None of us needs it, Mel. The police. The paperwork,’ Sam’s eyes were wide. ‘The whole circus. These guys are tougher. And they’re right. We’ll be stuck here for bloody hours. Please. Just let it go. We’re all right.’
It was at this point that Alexandros joined them – an immediately calming influence who urged everyone to step back while he very methodically checked them over in turn. Their eyes. Their limbs. ‘Does this hurt? And this?’ flexing their legs and arms and feeling very carefully the flesh at each of their joints. Also their chest and ribs.
‘You have both been very lucky. Nothing broken. We can wash the wounds here. Clean you up a bit but you both need stitching.’
‘Yes I realise. We will get it done in Polis. There’s a medical centre not far from where we’re staying. But what about the other guy?’
‘There’s a place not far from here also. I’ll arrange it.’ Alexandros had now stood back up and was talking in Greek to the two other men who helped both Sam and his
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