“I had to get help for you. I was terrified you were going to bleed to death. Alfie was a medic in the war. He’s a soldier, so Gareth stayed with you whilst I ran and got Alfie to help.”
“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me,” Samuel muttered, picking at the sheet by his chest.
“I never wished you harm.”
Samuel kept his eyes on the sheet. “Go on.”
“Well, between us we got you here, but then realised that Mosely now knows that Gareth has run away and that I am involved…it’s all getting rather messy.”
“I’d say.”
“Well, the thing is I felt quite strongly that we should stay here and not be forced to run away but I can see the sense in finding somewhere to let you recover, somewhere we can think and decide what to do.”
“I see.”
“Alfie has an invitation to a house party this weekend, it’s for men of a certain persuasion, and we think it best if all four of us go. Gareth will pose as Alfie’s guest, although they do seem a little tight already.”