Down in the Tube Station at Midnight (Pt. 3)

By Cliff McNish

I discharged myself from the hospital that day. A reckless act, I know, but I’d had my fill of the team of nurses on Ward 6. They were supposed to be taking care of me, but in fact kept me waiting for every tiny little thing I needed. Nurse Hayley’s surly jobsworth attitude seemed to infect her entire staff.

Down in the Tube Station at Midnight (Pt. 2)

By Cliff McNish

I discharged myself from the hospital that day. A reckless act, I know, but I’d had my fill of the team of nurses on Ward 6. They were supposed to be taking care of me, but in fact kept me waiting for every tiny little thing I needed. Nurse Hayley’s surly jobsworth attitude seemed to infect her entire staff.

Down in the Tube Station at Midnight (Pt. 1)

By Cliff McNish

He laughed at his own joke, but the first man did not. There was a much less casual air about him now. This was confirmed when he glanced quickly up and down the platform. I guessed that he was checking to see if anyone new had arrived. Maybe, if he’d played out scenes like this before, he was also checking for cameras. 

‘Hey, that’s enough lads,’ I said.

‘You’re dead, mate,’ the first man said. ‘You had your chance.’