And Harlan General, which I have had to look at properly and which is the piece Pete will not discuss.
Immy was taken there on the night of the nineteenth of December, 2022.
Silas was taken to St Ida’s, which is nine miles the other way, because the two units take different things and because a child with no significant injuries and a young man with catastrophic ones do not go to the same place.
Nine miles.
We arrived at St Ida’s at about twenty past seven. She was in a cubicle in Harlan at around the same time, being checked over by a paediatric nurse, with a social worker on the way and nobody in the world to ring.
Her grandmother was contacted at about ten and could not retain the information.
So on the night my son died, a three-year-old sat in a hospital nine miles from me with a stranger, and the last person who had held her was mine.
