Assumptions.
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Chapter 7
"So" said DI Sam Nixon "The nurse takes the blood sugar reading, and based on that reading she administers the correct dose of insulin?"
"Right" said Smithy "But Harry had some sugary type substance on his finger, the finger that the blood was taken from, that in all probability made the blood sugar reading incorrect as the stick that the blood is collected on will have also picked up the sugar on Harry's finger"
"Therefore the nurse administered too much insulin to Harry which caused his death?" Sam quizzed Smithy "How do we know that the substance wasn't applied after the reading was taken, an attempt to make it look like an accident?"
"I thought of that" he replied "Eddie says not, the SOCCO found the stick, there was a high level of sugar in the blood on the stick"
"OK" Sam thought a moment "So this is an accident then?"
"Sort of" he said, frowning, trying to get it right in his head "The nurse should have cleaned Harry's finger before inserting the pen needle to draw the blood, as it is classed as an invasive procedure, she should have cleaned it with a sterile swab first, that would have removed the sugar"
"So it's poor hygiene?" Sam frowned again "Neglect"
"That's up to the Nursing Council and the CPS" he said "Eddie did come up with another theory though" he looked at Sam
"Hmmm?" Sam replied "What?"
"Suicide by nurse" he said simply
"Smithy…" it sounded a bit far fetched
"Apparently he's come across it before, prison inmates do it to get into hospital, they coat their fingers with sugar water after they have been swabbed, the prison nurse then administers too much insulin, they usually keep an eye on the prisoner because it's also dangerous to have high blood sugar too, they re take the blood sugar after so long, and of course, it's dangerously low, so they administer glucose and pack them off to hospital, because they need to be checked over by a doctor as the effects on the body are fast and dramatic" he looked sceptical, he wanted it to be the disgusting old manager, and he wanted her to go down for it
"If Harry wanted out and he knew the nurse wouldn't clean his finger first, he could have applied to substance himself, instead of it being there accidentally"
"I don't know, that's hard to prove, we don't even know that he had the mental capacity or knowledge to do that, have you re interviewed the nurse?"
"Not yet, I wanted to talk to you first" he replied
"OK, well get her in tomorrow and give me a shout, I'll sit in on the interview" Sam all but dismissed him with a nod of her head.
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Smithy sat in the window of the flat he shared with Casey, lights off, beer in hand. He re read the text message that he had gotten from her on his way home from work.
'Gone to pub with some others, c u there if u make it. XX'
No, 'love you' or 'come to the pub', just if you make it. He closed his 'phone, thinking over Bob's words, there was too much at stake, he couldn't stand the thought of opening himself up to her, letting her in, and then her walking away. He only had himself to blame, his jealousy of Callum, the way he fawned all over her, the way she lapped it up, he was right to be angry about that, but shouldn't he tell her why? He wondered. Why? He thought so they could have a good laugh over him? No, she wasn't like that, she would have broken it off with him, moved out, if she really wanted Callum. He was sure of that, or maybe he was scared that she would say that he was right? That Callum gave her the attention she deserved, didn't cut her off every time she tried to reach him, was fun? He shook his head, standing up, wishing he hadn't had a drink, he wanted to be out, drive his car. He decided to go for a walk.
He walked along, scuffing his toes on the ground like a sulky school kid, smiled to himself as he recalled that Casey had said the same thing to him the last time she had dragged him out of the pub against his will. He headed for home, his thoughts in more order, he still didn't know what to do, but he was sure of a few more things. He turned the corner into the street where he lived, to see a taxi drawn up beside his car, must be Casey, he thought. He stopped, unsure why, and observed her as she got out of the taxi, followed by Callum bloody Stone. Smithy felt every muscle in his body tighten, he wanted to smack the smug grin right off the smarmy little git's face! He caught parts of the conversation as he stood, un seen.
He heard Casey laugh "Now then Callum!" she admonished him playfully "He's not that bad!"
"He's miserable!" he heard Callum reply, moving closer to her.
Smithy knew the him was himself.
Smithy felt like he had been smacked in the face as Callum leaned towards her, kissing her lips lightly with his own. He ran in the opposite direction, unable to outrun the pain and rage he felt, but trying his hardest. As he was running he didn't see Casey push Callum away, and slap his cheek, or tell him that he was out of order, they were friends and nothing more, and he had better remember that because if he tried it again she would tell Smithy and then he would have more than a stinging cheek to contend with! He also didn't see Casey let herself into the flat, searching for him, he didn't see her put on his t shirt to sleep in and curl up in bed, he didn't hear his phone as she tried to find him, he didn't hear her cry to herself, ask him why he wasn't there, where was he, why wasn't he there when she needed him? He didn't hear all this as he was in a bar, getting so drunk he could barely stand up.
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