We made our way through the traffic to Greygobble. Driving through the entrance, things didn’t feel the same. I recognised these grounds and buildings and they were beginning to know me, but in the fluorescent coloured vehicle and ambulance service uniform, they regarded me differently. Not as an intruder or an imposter, but as something foreign. It was a cool reception, suspicious, unimpressed. The adrenaline of the situation made a potent cocktail with the percy pigs I had devoured just before. There was a buzz that started in my stomach and moved to my head, which felt like an empty container with bees banging against the walls, before moving to my limbs. Outside I tried to keep a calm aspect; inside I was a nervous fuzzy wretch.
‘Okay Jerome, park in a place that is safe, legal and convenient’. It was a phrase we had become well accustomed to. I mouthed the words as he said them. We piled out and were confronted to a tanned Master Limehouse, just back from an exotic holiday. His shirt collar was open and he waved papers with one hand. He was coordinating the university end of things but today he looked more like a marketing executive. ‘Oh fantastic, you guys are in uniform, they’ll love that’. We were bustled out quickly and into the main forecourt on campus. The second and third years in civvies, who were there before us, did not look pleased. We were introduced to the camera crew which consisted of two men, one with a camera, one directing. Their eyes lit up when they saw the uniforms. They didn’t care that we had no clinical experience and could barely do a basic life support scenario, me anyhow. They asked if we could use the DTU to ‘drive’ to the scene. Klippity looked unsure but gave his blessing. ‘With lights on?’ Asked the director. ‘Yes!’ I said over my shoulder, walking towards the cab door. I knew Klippity only needed a little nudge and he would agree, so I decided for him.