"Jesus," she muttered, then was in the room and pushing a hand on his shoulder to shove him back down onto the bed.

Maxxie. She looked around, but didn't see blondie anywhere, and pushed an apparently irritated - but was actually anxious - hand through her curls.

"Park it, Davie-boy. He'll be here." She didn't have the faintest idea where he was, or whether he'd be here. But whatever the hell happened after she last saw Dave, she hoped Maxxie wasn't worse off than Dave was - she hadn't seen him in the infirmary.