Sam: Linda, are you helping with Mr Beck today?

Linda: Sure, what's wrong?

Sam: He has a broken...

Linda: No, with you, have you been crying?

Sam: (wipes tear from eye) Oh, no, Fletch told me a joke and I laughed so hard I cried but I'm not upset.

Linda: OK (concerned that Sam is lying)

Sam: He has a broken left ankle and won't say how it happened, as well as a slight cut to his left cheek.

Linda: Ok, where is he then?

Sam: Cubicle 2.

Linda: Hello...Mark

Sam: Are you gonna tell us what happened?

Mark (Beck): Fell, clumsy old me.

Sam: Can I see your ankle?

Linda: Sam, can I talk, just out here?

Sam: Ok, one second Mark.

Linda: He didn't fall, he's not hurt his hands, you know, to stop him?

Sam: (Looking down at own bruised wrist) I know, yeah, well we can't be sure right now.

Linda: What happened to your wrist?

Sam: Hit it with my hammer, had to put up a shelf in Lau...the spare room.

Linda: What were you going to say?

Sam: No-one, it was in the spare room.

Linda: If you say so. (Still concerned, even more now)

Sam: Mark, hi.

Mark: Can you call my wife please?

Sam: Sure, Linda?

Linda: Mark has hurt his wrist and he is in Holby City ED.

Tamzin: Ok, I'll be there right away. (Putting on a slightly different-yet believable voice)

Linda: I'm sure I recognised her voice

Sam: His wife's?

Mark: She works here, as a paramedic, her name is Tamzin.

Tom: She's married?

Sam: Yeah, why?

Tom: Sam, a word?

Sam: Just another minute?

Mark: Yeah

Tom: Tamzin was flirting with me before.

Sam: And?

Tom: She's married, that hurts you know.

Sam: She'll have her own reasons, I'm sure.

Tom: Hey, your different, you were nearly divorced when we first kissed.

Sam: And last night? Your brother (looks at wrist again)...never mind.

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