Name Shane Benjamin Philips
Looks 5'10", short hair, well built
Personality Likes the ladies, up for a laugh, can be a tad insensitive
Shane came hurrying in, his face a mash of concern and anxiety.
Hallie glanced up from her PC at him. Her look was not encouraging.
"How can I help you?" she said in a bored voice.
"My friend, got taken through A&E a minute ago, I need to see him, it's all my fault -"
"Who are you talking about?" said Hallie, clicking her mouse irritably.
"Joe, Joe Collins ... came in a minute or two ago with broken legs and a punctured lung -"
"I'm sorry sir, unless I have proof of identification I can't give you information on Mr Collins or allow you to visit him."
"Can I wait here, then?" Shane said desperately.
"Go on then," Hallie sighed resignedly, She watched him stonily as he tramped across the room and into the seat next to Sarah, who was leaning forwards, clutching her stomach.
Shane seemed oblivious to Sarah's discomfort and took advantage of her position by glancing furtively down her top. She turned around and looked at him reproachfully.
"Excuse me?" she said indignantly. "Do you mind?"
She turned her back on Shane, one hand now held to her chest. Shane shrugged and sat back in his chair. A few more minutes ... then he'd have his revenge ...