"Please try to relax." The voice belonged to a robust-looking female doctor. "You're in King's College Hospital Emergency Department being treated for shock, head trauma, a broken leg and a partially severed Achilles tendon. You'll be all right, but you need to settle down."
I tried to say something, but my voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else and I lost my train of speech.
"Calm down or you'll do yourself more damage. Stop moving about and tell me your name."
I looked up at the doctor with pleading wet eyes.
"What is your name?" She enunciated every syllable.
I concentrated, struggling to cut through the morphine mist. "Dan. Yel. Franks."
"Daniel Franks?"
I nodded. "My . . . Baby . . ."
