'bye, Nick

I love pancakes.

Good luck, Sandra.
Yeah, you too.
Nick turned around and saw the red light but decided to cross anyway. 'I fear neither man, nor motorbike,' he thought to himself.
Sandra screamed.
Nick was hit - by a small white van. Kersplatt. Blood-stained pedestrians were aghast at the carnage on the road. 'Ugh' said one.
Sandra fainted.
An ambulance arrived and paramedics loaded him on a stretcher - infusion of fluids was initiated to prevent hypovolaemic shock and organ ischaemia. Upon arrival at the hospital, doctors stabilised Nick's blood pressure - blood loss was approaching 20%.
Serum LFTs were sky-high; Nick would need surgery.
10 days later Nick died from an acute MRSA infection.
No multidisciplinary team was needed. Nobody needed to bother with PEG tubes, NG feeding, haemodialysis for damaged kidneys, physiotherapy for injuries, nutritional supplementation for an acutely ill patient (with occult cancer that would have compounded his little problems).
No, no, no. Nick happened to have TNF-a, IL-1, IL-6, TLR-1,2 and 6 polymorhisms that predisposed to severe septic shock and consequent multiple organ failure. The lovely nurse who greeted him after his operation forgot to wash her hands and plastered Nick's bowel drainage tube with a lovely dose of hand-carried MRSA.
Rest in Peace, Nick.

Now for the comments. "You're sick, Jason." "Shut up." "You need to get a life." "I'm not even going to bother writing- you suck."
RIP, Nick.