[She slips him a furtive glance as she purses her lips, slumping her back further into the fully-elevated mattress on the gurney as they wait for the doctor to return.]

Let's just say there've been more than a couple of times I've refused to go when he thought I should've. ['He' meaning DCI Lestrade, that is. She continues, muttering the words as if they're rhetorical, or to herself.]

Load of bollocks, really. Anyone could have seen that I was fine. Would've been a waste of emergency's time.