Mac sat up fully in bed, as the doctor walked in. He was carrying a brown envelope that Mac recognised as scan results. The doctor pushed them up onto the light box and switched the light on. He assisted the nurse in wheeling Mac's bed closed to it, so he could see it.

"That's not a tumour – the area isn't dark enough," said Mac immediately.

"Observant as ever, I see, Doctor Macartney."

"So is that an area of a build-up of excess fluid then?"

"Correct again. This build up caused you to faint, as you know. You have had the area drained, and the offending gland patched up, and you should be out of here soon enough."

"Great. Thanks."

Mac ran a hand through his hair, and felt the half of his head that had been shaved. He immediately dropped his hand into his lap.

Lyndon walked silently into the office. He went briskly, trying to avoid catching Harriet's eye in case he told her how he felt. He managed to make it through, but on his way back, he saw her with her head in the desk, sobbing. He couldn't just leave her – he would have to risk it.

"Harri-gis… Harriet? What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's you… I thought it was…never mind…" Harriet looked away and then started shaking again.

"Shh…shh…come here…"Lyndon hugged her head into his chest, stroking her hair. He felt a pang in his heart and looked upwards, afraid that he might make things worse.

"Ian left me. He knows…he found out…about…"

"Us?"

"Yeah… except there never was any us, which it makes it all worse, because…"

"Well the offer of an 'us' is still there if you want it…"

Harriet looked up into Lyndon's eyes and saw only sincerity.

Later…

Mac, Guy and Caroline were standing outside the hospital, half-way through a very awkward conversation. Mac had been discharged after a couple of days – he was now wearing a hat, that oddly suited him quite well, and had pushed some of his hair around, so it didn't look like he was hiding anything – his hair just looked slightly shorter on that side.

"It's just…" began Guy, after a few seconds silence.

"Listen, mate, no hard feelings! I'm happy for you!"

"You're just saying that…"

"Ok, I'll prove it. I'll let you ride on my motorbike – how does that sound?"

Caroline laughed as she saw Guy's eyes light up. He had always had a thing for fast cars, and anything that put a bit of wind through your hair. He had always secretly wanted to ride Mac's motorbike, partly just to prove that he could do it better than him.

"You sure I won't show you up?"

"Just get on already before I change my mind!" laughed Mac.

Guy swung one leg over the back of the Ducati and sat astride it, pretending to rev it, whilst making noises.

"Listen mate, you'll just have to go slowly around the car park – you haven't got your leathers and stuff on."

"Sure thing. Off I go!"

Guy slowly pulled away from them, and then gathered a slight speed, tilting as he went round the bends in between the cars.

Suddenly, Statham pulled his car into the car park, swearing at the barrier attendant as he went. He was leaned out of the window, sticking two fingers up at her, when he collided into Guy. Guy did a sort of slow-motion fly until he landed on the ground.

"Fuck!" breathed Caroline and Mac, running towards him.

Martin shuffled into the hospital, furiously trying to cover all his hair with his hands. Little green tufts could be seen sticking through all his fingers. Angela walked up to him, eyeing him slightly suspiciously.

"Umm, Martin? What happened?"

"Oh… umm… well I wanted to die my hair blonde, cos… never mind… but I went to a pool party last night… and it went green."

Just then, Statham ran through the door, clearly flustered from running from the scene of hitting Guy. He saw Martin, screamed at an incredible pitch, yelled "Oh my fucksie!" and ran away again. Martin looked at Angela and they both shrugged. Martin picked up one of Mac's hats that had been sitting on the desk, and tried to fold all his hair underneath it.

Mac and Caroline reached Guy after what seemed to be a lifetime. They decided that Mac should try and chase the person who ran Guy over, whilst Caroline helped Guy. He had landed mainly in a flowerbed, and just seemed to be unconscious. Caroline did all the things that she had been taught, and was thankful that they were automatic, as she was in a blind panic, and didn't know what to do. He wasn't breathing.
"Oh shitfuckbollocks!" breathed Caroline as she double-checked that he wasn't breathing. She checked his heart… it was still beating. Not allowing herself enough time to breath a sigh of relief at that, she pinched his nose, and opened his mouth, breathing into it, then counting. Each count seemed too long – she was breathing far faster than this.