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Robert became more animated. ‘Look, I have been put in charge of this complex and I will say who gets to be saved.’
    Emma Davis grew in stature as her heckles rose. ‘Have you tried to save everyone here?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘That’s not the remit!’ Davis shouted back.
    ‘I will not just stand by and let people die. Not in my hospital.’ Doctor Robert shouted back.
    ‘It won’t be for long, you can be sure of that.’ Davis once again raised her weapon. ‘Not after the Doyen hears about your insubordination.
    ‘I’m not scared of him!’ Doctor Robert threw his arms in the air. ‘Tell him to come and see me.’ He waved his arms around. ‘To come and see this.’
    ‘I’ve had enough of this.’ Davis turned around. ‘I will be back the day after tomorrow. Then we will see where your insolence gets you.’ She walked back through the doors and out of the ward.
    James Robert turned back to his two new assistants. ‘That fucking woman! Who the hell does she think she is? God!’
    Jeremiah motioned his hands down to the floor to try and appease the situation. ‘Calm yourself doctor, you don’t have to tell us. The woman is vile; an egotistical sociopath. You can see that a mile off.’
    ‘Yes let’s forget about her, we have much to do here.’ Sharon Gough stepped forward to hold the doctor by the hand. ‘We are here to help.’
    Doctor Robert took a minute to compose himself. ‘Thank you guys. You are both correct, please forgive my outburst.'
    He led them both out of the high dependency ward and into the final unit. Life support.
    ‘Again, as you will see, there are too many patients and not enough machines. We can’t move people out until someone moves from the ward unit below them.’ He rubbed his face. ‘We have many generators on twenty four seven, just to keep it going. You know how precious fuel is at the moment? It’s like rocking horse shit.’
    He apologised to Sharon for his language. He had never been under so much pressure before; it was taking its toll.
    ‘Who’s that?’ Jeremiah noticed a huge man with a shaven head, wired up to the life support machine. He was stitched up right across his stomach and his legs were heavily bandaged.
    ‘We don’t know I’m afraid. He did regain consciousness for a half an hour earlier today, but he had no idea who he was or where he has come from.’
    ‘Quite natural, under the circumstances.’ Sharon Gough walked over to look at the man, lying helpless in his bed. ‘The body shuts down; hibernates almost, due to the shock.’
    ‘Correct Miss Gough. The only information we have is that he was found near Bristol with quite a few others, and he has a deep welsh accent. That’s about it.’ He then remembered something else. ‘He had a bad cut to his head so we had to shave him. Long locks of black thick hair with a line of silver grey running through it. He looked quite impressive, I must say. For now though, he is just known as patient 88.’
    ‘Will he survive?’ Jeremiah asked.
    ‘God knows.’ Doctor Roberts shrugged his shoulders. ‘The injuries he has sustained are many and very serious. We have such little supplies that any complications mean, well it’s not good.’
    ‘He looks strong though.’ Sharon Gough touched the large Welshman’s hand.
    ‘He is a bull.’ The doctor added. ‘That’s a certainty, and that’s on his side.’

Chapter Six
    Angel scattered the last of the hay over the baron field. The dozen horses that had been left to graze had stripped it bare. The farmer, who would have rotated the livestock from pasture to pasture, had long since gone.
    Dead, infected, was he now one of the Purebloods?
    Angel wasn’t sure, and really didn’t care too much. The farmhouse had made a welcome first base on their way down to Bickington.
    The group were still reeling after the suicide of Iris O Neil. After witnessing the whole ugly event, Angel was worried about Lou Pepper. She had tried to sit down and talk to the