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hospital, my
involvement with Mr. Matthews has come to an end.
    Dr. Henry Connors MRCPsych, DPM
     
    < End of report >
     
    * * * *
     
    It was Tuesday night. The rain
beat down outside like the cast of Riverdance in a Sunday matinee.
Jeremy “Jezzer” Jackson liked this shift. Some called it the
graveyard shift, and in this hospital, that wasn’t so far from the
truth. A sea of zombies lay staring sightless into the darkness in
the wards and cells. For Jeremy, however, it was calming. The
outside world was a shade, a silent shadow beyond the large
reinforced windows that lined the walls. Apart from the occasional
call, a lone wolf’s howl from the abyss, and soft sounds of
snoring, everyone’s favourite orderly could believe he was alone in
the world.
    He’d been thinking about Sin.
Jeremy knew Sin wasn’t entirely what he made out to be. He’d had an
idea that the supposed insanity that he showed was enforced for
some reason, as if he was running away, or trying to forget
something that even the Foreign Legion couldn’t help with. Jeremy
liked Sin. They’d had long, intelligent conversations, something
that the orderly missed. The doctors here treated him as if he was
retarded somehow, not like the qualified nurse and ex-teacher that
he was. He’d left both professions because he wanted something
where he could make a difference. He knew nursing was rewarding,
and he wouldn’t disagree that teaching was indeed worthwhile, but
this job was different. He made people who couldn’t help themselves
feel that bit better. He didn’t really have to try either. Jeremy
had a natural air of peace that could pacify the most tempestuous
of patients.
    But Sin was different. Sin had
been a friend. Jeremy missed him. He knew that Dr. Connors wasn’t
really trying to find out what happened. Oh, the doctor was a
decent man, but he felt he had enough patients at the hospital to
worry about without having to chase one that couldn’t sit
still.
    It was a quiet night. Hypnotic.
Jeremy had been to Dr. Connors’ office and had taken the Sin
Matthews case file. He was sitting at his own desk, having finished
reading both Sin’s statement and Connors’ brief report.
    He picked up the coin. It looked
brand new, shining fiercely in the glare of the strip lighting. He
turned it over in his hands. It was hard to believe all that Sin
had said. But what if…?
    Jeremy blinked. The coin was
turning a long smooth arc in the air. His hand was beneath it
already, the fingers curled ready to close around the two pence
piece.
     
    * * * *
     

Chapter One
    Sin.
    Yep. You heard me right. Sin.
Sin-sin-sirree, there's no place for me. Or 'thee' as my dear old
father, God rest his weary shade, used to say.
    "You're a waste of space, boy!"
he'd yell when he was feeling in a good mood. "Sin-sin-sirree,
there's no place for thee!"
    And he'd laugh. He'd laugh until
he cried.
    I just cried.
    But that was then and this is
now. So no matter, eh? Let's be cheery. Let's be happy. Let's be
a-smilin' all the love-long day. Why not? Life's too short, so they
say.
    Weird that. "So they say" is
also something 'They' say. So really, I should put it as "Life's
too short, so they say, so they say..."
    Or not.
    Anywho-be-do. Name's Sin. That's
me. And, I should coco, me and nobody else. If that's not the case,
then my apologies to any other Sins out there. I hope you either
changed your name or had big, hard fists. Really I do.
    Sin. The kids at school loved me
for that one. I wasn't fatter than a turkey three days before
Christmas grace, or covered in raging acne as if Vesuvius had
decided to dine out on my face, being a right pig in the process by
having starter, main course and a big old yummy dessert. I didn't
speak like I'd had a hearty meal of helium for breakfast, nor did I
wear specs the size of full-fat-full-cream-full-cholesterol milk
bottle bottoms. It was just the name.
    Sin.
    That's worth a punch or two,
don't you think? Worth a kick between my legs