Chapter 2
Dr. Farrah came out of the bedroom and closed the door quietly. Oliver ushered him into his study.
“How is he?”
Dr. Farrah patted Oliver on the arm. “He’s fine. Exhausted and starving but otherwise quite well. He has something of a fever and I have left a draught that can be administered, but he is a strong young man. With care, I am sure he will come around.”
Oliver was so relieved it was hard to speak. “Thank you,” was all he could manage without betraying himself.
“How do you know him?”
“Army. One of the bravest men I know.”
Dr. Farrah scowled and shook his head. “Scandalous that he should be brought so low. I wish I could say he was the only one but he isn’t. So many…” He shook his head again.
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Oliver crept back into the room to find Simpson propped up in the
