Hunch

It was probably nothing. But something about this chap was worrying me, and I was loath to leave him on a trolley in a corridor for hours before being seen in a heaving A&E. Equally, if I called it in, rushed him into the over-stretched resus unit to be seen immediately, and he didn't need to be, I'd be in the dog box with the consultant.

Turned out my hunch was a good one. Phew.