Tempest swallowed. She felt sick to her stomach.
“No, Madame.”
“If they only kill you, you will be lucky.” She spun back. “What are you doing? Revive him! Do something!”
The Doctor stepped away. “There is nothing that I can do. He is dead.”
One of the Matrons went pale and seemed faint. The other held her up.
Madame’s mouth worked, but nothing came out. Tempest watched her, amazed at her lack of control. At last, she forced out, “Take the Senior from here.”
The Matrons fetched a gurney, There was a brittle silence except for the rolling of the wheels. The Doctor gently lifted the frail body and placed it on the stretcher, then rolled the Senior from the room. The Matrons followed.
Madame stood there staring at the empty bed. Her breathing was audible. Tempest struggled to stand. Sh
