She was in theatre for five hours and eleven minutes and she saved him.
That was not a foregone conclusion. The bullet had gone through the small bowel in four places, taken the corner off the right kidney and lodged in the muscle of the back, and the boy had lost two and a half litres before anyone put a hand on him. At half past four she closed him with a drain in and a plan for a second look on Tuesday, and at ten to five she came out into the corridor and sat down on the floor with her back to the wall, which she had done perhaps five times in her career.