CHAPTER EIGHT“Jack! Jack!”
“It’s all right, drink this.”
A gentle voice spoke with authority and a firm hand lifted Fleur’s head from the pillow so that she felt her lips touch some cool and revivifying liquid. She opened her eyes. She saw white walls, a calm-faced white-capped nurse bending over her. A screen at the end of the bed blocked her vision.
She was in a hospital, her brain took in that fact and then a voice commanded her,
“You are all right. You are quite safe now. Go to sleep.”
She closed her eyes, obedient as a child, and let herself drift away into unconsciousness.
Later, much later, she began to remember, to let all the events and happenings of the past hours come back to her. She saw them clearly in all their agony and suffering yet without the terror and fear that ha
