VIIBethan’s phone rang at five to midnight. She’d not long climbed into bed and was just beginning her slow descent into sleep when the Imperial Death March rang out.
“Rodney?” She listened as he told her what had happened.
Bethan reacted immediately to the news by informing Sal, who, being terribly stoic, went immediately into ‘hands-on’ mode and tried not to burst into tears at the thought of her Billy being injured in any way.
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“Billy!”
Sal rushed over to Billy who was sat in a chair being tended to by two paramedics.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?” Sal took Billy’s outstretched hand and crouched down beside him, fussing and fretting around him.
“No, no, I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said as he patted her hand and managed a ‘brave soldier’ smile. “I’m just glad
