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Alastair’s skin was grey, his eyes were tight with pain and his hair was matted Yeah, he looked fine

“Not going to happen” Doctor Murray put a hand on Alastair’s shoulder and firmly pushed him back into the bed “Stay,” he ordered “You have a tube in your chest, your ar anywhere Not before the chest drain comes out”

“When will that be?” Rainne asked as Alastair growled like a trapped animal

“To was h to stop froer to lared at Alastair

“I hate being in here,” Alastair said

“And we hate having you in here” The doc slammed the door when he left

Alastair watched hiet any sleep”

“Or he’s fed up dealing with unreasonable men who are clearly injured and won’t listen to expert advice”

He scowled at her, and Rainne ignored hied at the white cotton blanket and tucked him in

“You’ve only been here a few hours Talk about a drama queen This is pathetic Just sit back, watch TV and you’ll be free soon enough” She refilled the plastic beaker beside his bed with ice water as she wondered why every hospital rooined so It wasn’t

“When I see this colour now, I think of hospitals,” she said “Don’t you think a nice patterned wallpaper would be ?”

“I don’t want to be welcoo home” His head thumped back onto the pillow

There wasfrom the room next door

“Maybe once that guy goes you’ll be able to relax,” Rainne said

“I’oing stir crazy And we need somewhere private to talk”