Olwen glared. "You don't even know him." She growled turning away to see to what Owen had asked her to do, grabbing what she needed.
"Haemothorax, punctured lung. Steering wheel injuries." Olwen muttered to herself then laughed. All those horrible late weekends working a&e shifts coming back to haunt her. All those people she'd seen.
"Archives?" Olwen looked over her shoulder a moment. "There was a little scanner, could see without having to be invasive. Be perfect."