"What can I do for you?" Doctor Cole queried, getting straight to the point as he entered Boris' room.

Matching the Doctor in his directness, Boris replied, "I need to see Robyn."

"After what you did the last time you saw her I can't permit that."

"It won't happen again, I just need to discuss something with her and I promise that I will remain calm."

"I'm sorry, Mr Andryuhkin but I'm not convinced. I don't know if you realise how truly stupid what you did was. Robyn is very ill, regardless of how well she matched you in the volume stakes and to put her under direct stress would almost certainly put her at great risk of triggering another bleed on her brain which is the very last thing she needs. Even if you did remain calm I can't say that she would and after your last display I have to admit you haven't given me much reason to trust you."

Remaining calm despite the Doctor's obstinacy, Boris kept trying. "I accept that what I did was stupid and wrong. The only way I can make amends for that is to talk with her and apologise personally. Let her make the choice whether she wants to see me or not and if she wants to see me I will do nothing to aggravate her and will only be there for as long as she wants me to be. Just please tell her that I need to speak with her."

What could he do? How much further could he argue? There was an urgency in the way the man before him spoke and a sincerity that shone through his apology and his need to make amends, his promise that he would do no further harm to Robyn. As her doctor he held her best interests at heart, his duty of care demanding that he shield her from harm whether inflicted by others or herself. Already she'd become unsettled, unnerving him with the ease with which she had left her bed, her room and walked however unsteadily to someone else's where she seemed as though she were in a trance. Almost as soon as she had regained full awareness her legs had given way and she'd fallen in the doorway. Out of instinct he'd slammed his hand on the emergency buzzer summoning help before rushing to her aid. She'd stayed where she was, lying on the floor seemingly dazed while he checked her over for any obvious injury. Satisfied that only her hand required attention he allowed the staff to help her stand and place her in a wheelchair. Taking his handkerchief from his pocket he'd wrapped it firmly around her hand and tied it in a knot to stem the bleeding.

Leaving staff with instructions to wheel her to the treatment room where he could take a closer look at her hand he'd resolved to find her a blanket to keep her warm and maintain her dignity. On entering her room he'd found the evidence on the floor that this was not her first fall. A trail of blood ran from beside the bed to a point in the middle of the room where it had pooled before another trail ran away from it and out into the corridor. Quickly heading to the treatment room he'd thanked the nurses that had been efficient enough to prepare everything he needed and asked one of them to summon a cleaner to clean Robyn's room while asking another if she could be moved to a room closer to the nurses' station where she could be better supervised. A reply came back straight away that there were no unoccupied rooms but if she was willing there was one she could share with another patient. It wasn't ideal but it was a solution nonetheless.

Taking in what Boris had said to him, Doctor Cole relented. "You may see her, but only if she wishes it as you said. I'm due to start my rounds soon and provided she's awake I'll ask her."

"Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate it."

"Just don't make me come to regret it." Doctor Cole warned before leaving the room.

Leaning himself back in bed, Boris summoned the patience he would need while he waited for Robyn's answer. Lifting his hand to his face he turned it over and over again, still failing to understand what had happened in the shower room.

Robbie gingerly stepped out of his front door as the SIU officers motioned for him to follow them. Out of the two he didn't know which he feared the most but between them and Langford he found himself more inclined to stay out of the Englishman's way. The journey in the car back from Greentown had been almost unbearable, not only because he was leaving his precious Robyn behind but also because he was painfully aware of Langford's ire towards him. As soon as the car had been pulled up outside his house he'd scuttled away, quickly escaping any chance that he would be set upon again for concealing the tunnels that had been used by Lily, the tunnels that had sheltered her while she'd lain in wait for an opportunity to launch her attack. Fortunately he'd only been followed by Sportacus and watched from the window, concealed by one of the curtains as Langford had climbed awkwardly out of the car and headed for his base.

As he walked through the door of the gymnasium that had been converted for the purposes of the Network, Robbie puzzled that he'd never once stepped foot into the building even when it had served its original purpose. Following the SIU officers down the windowed corridor he could feel the eyes of those relaxing in the rooms either side of him upon him, judging him. They'd all heard of what he was responsible for. They all knew. Turning right down the end of the corridor he could hear the buzzing of conversation emanating from the cafeteria, conversation that fell into silence when he stopped parallel to the doorway and resumed in hushed tones as he passed through another doorway into a smaller corridor. A short way down the corridor he found himself ushered in to what he surmised to be Langford and Boris' office. His assumption was confirmed when a sour faced Langford emerged from behind him and pushed his way through so he could sit at his desk. A sharp hand gesture served as an order for him to approach the desk and he found a large sheet of blueprint paper thrust into his hand. So far no one had spoken to him; a stony silence had surrounded him and the other three men in the room. Looking at the roll of blueprint in his hands he unrolled it before biting his bottom lip and saying the words that would undoubtedly break the silence and, from what he could judge of Langford's state of temper, get him killed.

"I think you're going to need a bigger blueprint."

Before either Ari or Dagur could step in, Langford was up on his feet with two huge bunches of Robbie's waistcoat in his fists and pulling him forwards before swinging him around and throwing him on the desk. Papers were thrown everywhere as Robbie's back impacted with the top of desk and his legs dangled helplessly over the edge.

Still firmly holding the dazed and now terrified Robbie so their faces were only millimetres apart, Langford seethed through gritted teeth. "If you were anyone else to Robyn, if that poor kid wasn't in as much of a state as she is at the moment and if I didn't know that whatever I did to you she wouldn't come back and do worse to me I would make you eat this desk!"

Despite his obvious peril Robbie opened his mouth to speak but found himself in the air once again as Langford hurled him up. In the process of setting Robbie back heavily on his feet Langford felt a sudden jolt of pain and grunted loudly, the pain forcing him to release Robbie's waistcoat and hold his side with one hand while supporting himself with his forearm on the desk. Ari quickly grabbed Langford's desk chair from where it had skidded across the room with the force of his standing while Dagur supported him, leaving Robbie wondering what was going on. Still in visible pain but evidently trying to cover it, Langford's breathing was measured and his eyes firmly shut as his hand remained clasped firmly to his side and his posture was hunched forward as he was helped to sit in the chair.

"I'll get a Doctor." Ari said, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialling a number from those he had saved in his phonebook.

Langford groaned in protest but he could do no more than allow the SIU operatives to do what they wanted. As hard as it was for him to accept he was in no fit state to move but he wouldn't ever admit that it was a relief to him to know that the pain he was feeling would ease soon.

That was until Doctor Malone sauntered into the room.

Moving past Robbie and the SIU operatives, Doctor Malone placed his medical bag on Langford's desk and carefully leant his patient back in his chair so he could get a proper look at him. He didn't miss Langford's sharp intake of breath followed quickly by a coarse expletive.

"Thank you," Doctor Malone let the swear word slide, "But I'm sure I told you my name wasn't 'Gareth Hunt' as you Cockneys like to say. In fact most people would normally say, 'hello doctor'."

"Well pardon me all over the place." Langford begrudged, silently enjoying the Doctor's banter.

"Apology accepted. Now, did I or did I not tell you when we got the results of your x-ray and found that you had cracked ribs to take it easy?"

"And did I, or did I not Doctor, tell you that my superior is in hospital and I can manage?"

"You did but we agreed that you would focus on paperwork and leave anything heavy to the others. By the looks of Mr Rotten's waistcoat and the state of this desk you've done a bit more than that. It wouldn't surprise me if some of those ribs you cracked have broken. I can give you some pain relief and get these two gentlemen to help you to somewhere you'll be more comfortable."

Langford's voice oozed sarcasm, "Smashing."

Nodding curtly, Doctor Malone opened his medical bag and pulled out a syringe and vial. Bending down he undid Langford's jacket and helped him pull it off, grateful that he wasn't met with any further bad language and for Langford's affinity for vest tops. Unsheathing the syringe he measured a dose of painkiller from the vial and injected it into Langford's arm with a brief 'sharp scratch' to warn him. Taking the needle out he pulled a cotton bud out of his bag and rubbed the injection site with it before putting the syringe into his sharps bin.

With his patient dealt with satisfactorily for the moment he turned his attention to the SIU operatives watching him intently, "Are you the same two gentlemen that asked me for access to Robyn's psychiatric records from her time at the Safe House?"

Both Ari and Dagur nodded, notwithstanding the fact that they'd find themselves in the firing line from Langford whose attention had been piqued and was staring at them blankly.

"And I'm to take it that you read those records?" Doctor Malone continued, another simultaneous nod answered him, "Then given the information you read and the recommendations, the strong recommendations that you were given not to proceed with questioning her because of the high risk of the onset of a breakdown did you proceed anyway? Why is it as well that when I spoke to your superiors and told them exactly what I thought of your appalling lack of judgement and heavy handed, bullish attitudes they told me that no authorisation had been given for any of you to come anywhere near Robyn until they were given clearance let alone to interrogate her?"

Caste in the direct spotlight of the Doctor's questioning, Ari and Dagur found themselves trapped.