Five years after the Transition Council dissolved the private B.E.E. network, the clinic still displayed its founding notice beside the appointment board. Few people paused to read it now. The right to refuse a transfer had survived on paper even as the forms beneath it changed.
The notice had survived six emergency cabinet reshuffles in five years and one replacement of the clinic doors.
YOUR RECOVERY CAPACITY IS YOUR OWN. NO TRANSFER WITHOUT INFORMED CONSENT.
Someone had scratched a line beneath the final sentence. The paint was different from the lettering, and old enough to have faded into the wall. Knox Mercer read the notice every time he collected a service key from the Sector Eight clinic. He liked to see how long a promise could last in public before someone found a way around it.
IAN O'DOWD