He's in the recovery room after emergency surgery for multiple stab wounds. In one sense he’s a lucky guy, nothing important has been damaged. He’s a big, beefy guy and the weapons look like they slashed rather than stabbed.
He’s had a large dose tramadol, some diclofenac and a bucketful of ketamine. Mel, my ever-cooperative surgeon has thrown local anaesthetic all through his wounds, but it’s not enough.
He actually sounds very musical, it’s not unlike a hymn. Perhaps it is.