Elvis moved with purpose, doing exactly what Georgie had asked of him. He moved the jeep as close as he could without running it into the tent. Georgie and Sarah readied the mother and the child to go.

When Elvis came back he gently lifted the mother up and carried her to the back of the jeep, while Sarah carried the child. Georgie had grabbed her kit and ran ahead to the jeep, throwing the bag in before scrambling herself into the back.

As they were settling themselves in the jeep, the other children appeared. Georgie had just hung the IV from the roof of the jeep. "Small problem Georgie," Elvis said as he looked at the line of children through the windscreen "the other kids!?"

"Oh fuck!" Georgie said under her breath "Get them in here."

Elvis hopped out "C'mon, c'mon!" he called. Sarah opened her door and scooped one of the smaller children up. Elvis got Zahra in the middle and handed one of her brothers to her. In the end Sarah had the baby and the next smallest one on her lap, then there were 3 in the middle and Elvis drove with one on his lap, leaving Georgie with just the patient in the back.

"Elvis?"

"Yeah Georgie?" he looked over into the back at her.

"If you can get us to the clinic in less than 15 minutes that would be really good." she said to him in a determined voice.

He turned back to the front and revved the engine "Your wish, my command!"

The jeep skidded to a halt in front of the clinic in just over 10 minutes. Georgie's ears were ringing from the blaring horn. Elvis seemed to have his hand on the horn most drive back but it did get them back here much faster. It also alerted those working in the clinic.

Nafula came out from the clinic along with 3 others. They went straight to the back of the jeep as Georgie flung the door open and exploded from the back. As Elvis helped Sarah unload the children, the others were taking the mother from the back and putting her on a gurney from the clinic. Georgie was rapidly updating the staff on what had happened at the birth and the treatment she had started on the journey back. Then, suddenly, they were all gone.

Elvis was left standing near the jeep, out the front of the clinic with the children all gathered around him. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at the little faces in front of him. "Shit!" he murmured. He looked around for help but everyone else had disappeared now the drama was over. "Ok" he said "you lot, on me. Zahra!" He nodded towards the building.

Zahra held her youngest brother and sister's hands as they followed Elvis across the dusty ground. Elvis took them to the kitchen first to get them something to eat and drink and then across to the clinic where they could be checked out properly. One of the nurses checked them all over and pronounced them to be in good condition considering what they had been through.

The younger two started to get a bit fussy and Elvis recognised that they were in need of a sleep. He picked the two of them up and called out once more "Zahra, on me!" Zahra and her remaining siblings dutifully fell into step behind Elvis as he walked off to find them a place to sleep.

Eventually Elvis found a room big enough to hold all the children so they could all lay down for a nap. The fact that it was his room didn't matter. He got the smallest ones into his bed and tucked them in. The others had blankets and found themselves comfortable spots.

Elvis had seated himself against the wall next to the door. Once he could hear the even breathing of sleeping children he allowed himself to relax. He wondered how their mother and baby sister were and, of course, where Georgie was in the mix of all of this. In the silence he pulled pen and paper from his kit to start a letter to his parents.

Just as he finished the second page of the letter the door to his room opened, flooding it with light and heat from outside. Georgie stepped into the room. Elvis quickly brought his fingers to his lips and cocked his head towards the sleeping children. Georgie nodded and stepped back outside. Elvis stood up silently and casting a quick glance over the sleeping forms followed Georgie into the sun.

Georgie was walking in a tight little circle in the dust. Her hands were clutched in front of her as if to protect herself from something. Elvis came over to her and put his hands on her shoulders "Georgie what is it? How's their mum? The baby?" Georgie looked up at him, her eyes pooling with tears. She shook her head slightly and the tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Elvis automatically reached to wipe the tears from her face before his arms enfolded her. He held her gently in the warm sun while she cried silently. To anyone walking past or casually observing them it would seem that they had finally made up. They stood together for quite some time. Elvis holding Georgie. One arm about her waist, the other around her shoulders with his hand wrapped in her hair.

"Georgie its ok...it's ok." Elvis whispered in her ear "You did everything you could."

"Did I?" she answered "I don't know."

Elvis pulled Georgie away from himself "Of course you did Georgie! Fuck! What else could you have possibly done?" Georgie shook her head, silently running all the possible scenarios through her mind. Elvis' fingers dug into her upper arms, bringing her back to the present. "Georgie don't do this...there was nothing else you could have done. Nothing! Do you hear me?"

Georgie swallowed "You don't know that Elvis. Your expertise in the area isn't that extensive." Elvis went to interrupt but Georgie kept going "There's something else I have to do..need to do, will you help me?"

Despite what Elvis thought about Georgie's misplaced guilt he would never leave her to do something alone "Of course Georgie, what is it?"

"I need to tell the kids about their mum. Will you stay and help me?"

"Jesus Georgie! Seriously...you want to be the one?" Elvis looked at her, the disbelief rippling across his features. "Shit! I'm staying; you're not doing it alone! What about the baby?"

Georgie hiccupped "She's..she's fine. You were right, despite the fact you not trained, she's perfectly ok. But we couldn't save her mum...she lost too much blood. Even if we'd been closer...she needed to be at the clinic to have the baby...we tried...we did."

Elvis hugged Georgie again, wanting to shield her from the pain but it wasn't possible. He would have happily shouldered all the pain, taken it away from her, he didn't want her hurting again, like after Kiki, but he could only be there with her and for her.