"Evan?"
"Chap as has had an operation the same as me...."
"He's very bad."
"You don't find me making a fuss and my leg isn't half giving me something."
"We're not all alike, sergeant."
"Why should one make a fuss and another say nothing?"
"Is your leg hurting you a lot?"
"Yes, it is," and he screwed up his face into a grimace.
After all, he was a child. "Try to go to sleep," I said, knowing that it was his jealousy that was hurting him most.
I went to Evan.