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The bell in the tower of the church across the road struck the quarter hour as Nathan and Georgie walked through the automatic doors.
Side by side they crossed the hospital entrance hall to the lifts. They knew where they were going, having already been to their destination during the night, which was just as well as there was a queue at the reception desk, and the young man behind it looked decidedly harried.
“Good morning, Mr Powers,” Nathan said when he reached the bed that held the now conscious Patrick. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I’m feeling?” Patrick demanded. “I was hit by a car, and then someone attacked me.”
Nathan ignored the look that told him he was an i***t; having been told that Patrick’s spine was badly bruised, and that until the bruising went down not
