"She only has a few minutes. I've sent for a priest but he's caught in traffic…" . He was trained to not get emotional but some of the strain showed on Doctor Monk's face.
" I understand" said Cowley. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen more than enough himself. He remembered holding a corporal in Malaya as he cried for his mother. He saw that look on the face of the girl in the hospital bed. Tania Mueller. Call girl. Somebody's daughter. He looked at the file. Grandfather was a paratrooper captured at Cassino. Father handy with his fists and mother an alcoholic. Tania found comfort elsewhere.
Regan interrupted his thoughts. " In his own way, Benny fell in love with her. Funny that"
"Not funny for her" said Cowley. He looked across at Doyle and beckoned him over.
"See what you can find out" he said. Doyle moved to the bed. Sometimes this job made him disgusted with himself . He held the girl's hand and she looked at him.
" I'm so scared " she rasped. Doyle gripped her hand and leaned in so that his face was close to hers.
" I'm here " he said quietly.
" It hurts. Make it stop" her grip tightened on Doyle's hand. The nurse indicated silently to Cowley. Any more morphine would have no effect.
" Mike? Is that you…..I never meant to hurt you….never…he made me " her eyes focussed past Doyle.
" Who made you? " said Doyle.
" Keep you sweet he said….Theo said………..". The light went out of her eyes. Her grip loosened on Doyle's hand..
" Did you hear that, Sir " he looked at Cowley." I need to get some fresh air". Bodie made to follow him out of the room.
"Leave him, Son" said Regan..