You apply traction to the left leg and hear a satisfying crunching sound as the fractures reduce and the bones re-align themselves. Once the leg is straight you carefully splint it to the other one using a perfectly executed figure-of-eight bandage.

Meanwhile Julian has been fussing with the patient and then runs out, looking a bit flustered.

Julian doesn't return but Dr. Smug B'Stard, he of the particularly cheesy body odour, enters the room.

'Apparently this boy has a dilated pupil and should be in the operating room. That's a nice figure-of-eight bandage. Must have taken you a long time. You must show me how to do one sometime - after I've taken over the care of your patient.'

'Like to see your bloody figure-of-eight' you mumble, backing out of the door.