'Aargh, get it off me.'

Robin dashed to his daughter's voice.

Mags' hands clamped hard onto a wash-hand basin, her feet rooted to the spot. She knotted her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look at her daughter's hand. Lizzie's arm outstretched, juddering her wrist, flicking blood up the mirror.

'Mum, get it off me!'

'Nurse, nurse, come quick,' shouted Robin from the doorway.

'You take my daughter. I'll look after my wife,' ordered Robin.

'Mags, it's okay, relax, breathe deep and long. Come on, release your grip, let go of the basin, let's sit down,' he said.

'It's starting again. I can't move,' she quaked, 'I must go home,' she wailed.

'You'...

Please subscribe to keep reading.