Triaged

"Mr. Smith it will help us immensely if you could lay still and not touch the hospital equipment please." An indistinct mutter, the only response. The nurses scuttled about in an organised frenzy, an industrious ballet of cutting edge care and concern. I didn't catch the chuckle as it left my throat but what remained caught my lip. Then it went eerily quiet, for a split second the casualty department was dead silent. That didn't last long, the calm was interrupted when a metal bed pan hit the floor. I wasn't the only one who laughed that time.