8The monitor on the medicom blinked a series of figures at Rachel. She'd heard about medicoms when she worked at St Mary's. They were revolutionising medicine, monitoring patients, and distributing perfect doses of medication at opportune times. Hooked up to a patient, in theory, it could care and restore better than any doctor. Rachel inspected the machine in fascination. A part of her had thought they were just make–believe. She shook her head at the cost of such a thing and yet how could anyone truly put a price on such an incredible piece of technology?
John sat in the chair opposite, staring at the closed door and totally disinterested in the mechanical miracles keeping Darcy alive.
“The doctor said he's going to be okay,” Rachel said idly. She'd grown accustomed to John's long sile
