The ward was noisy, voices chattered away some hushed, some not so. The air smelt of disinfectant just like any hospital, but Sparrow ward had the added aroma of sweaty, unwashed people and a faint hint of cigarette smoke. The high backed chairs with their green P.V.C coated cushions lined the walls of the lounge, the television in the background playing to a disinterested audience. The ward was stuffy and warm as usual, even at the height of summer, the large windows firmly locked to prevent any 'jumpers'.
A heavily medicated man in dirty grey jogging pants and an oversized cardigan shuffled into the lounge to get his cigarette lit eyes vacant, no emotion visible at all. A game of pool continued round the pool table, the centre piece of the room. A young woman with angry scars decorating her arms sunk the black, not a hint of joy in her eyes.
Strategically placed staff supervised the comings and goings. The eyes; one stood by the door; the welcoming party, one hovered by the kitchen h