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Two hours later, Sam is standing beside Mary’s bed at a medical center located outside of London’s City Limits. She has an IV running from the blue vein on the back of her left hand to a translucent bottle filled with a clear liquid and suspended from a mobile rack. She’s awake and sitting upright but still a bit groggy.
“I’ve always wanted to go to England,” Mary says after a time.
“Now you’ve got your wish,” Sam says. “When they let you out of this joint, I’ll take you to the closest pub we can find for bangers, mashed potatoes, and pints of beer.”
“That sounds delicious,” Mary says.
Her bed is situated in a room along with four other beds. Thin white curtains separate the beds. The room is busy with nurses and doctors coming and going, along with concerned or not so concerned fa
