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31 ‘Someone fetch a glass of water, will you?’ McKenna yells down the corridor as she hooks my arm over one of her shoulders and half-guides, half-pulls me forward down the corridor. ‘Come on. We’ll get you sitting down out front. It’s bloody warm in here and it’ll be more comfortable than sitting on the floor.’ There’s a ringing noise in my ears and my chest hurts. I can feel myself hyperventilating. ‘It’s alright,’ McKenna says. ‘Nearly there now. You’re going to be okay.’ I don’t know what’s happening. All I know is I feel bloody rough, and I don’t know what just happened. I must have passed out. We finally get to the other end of the corridor and back into the waiting area at the front of the station. As the security door starts to close behind us, I glimpse back behind me. I don’