"All the young man needs now..." Dr Cheeson lifted a lancet and a silver bowl from the black bag he had placed

on a chair by the bed in Samantha's bedroom. He looked at Donovan, a smile on his lips, a measure of triumph glittering in his eyes.

Samantha stepped in front of the surgeon as he approached the bed. "I believe he wouldn't care to be bleed."

Dr Cheeson lifted one white brow. "He is hardly in a position to..."

Samantha sidestepped when the doctor tried to go around her. "I shall not allow it, Dr Cheeson."

Chesson pursed his lips. He looked to where Alph Johnson was standing...