After a moment's hesitation, Bella answered and followed Duke into the clinic.

It was an old clinic, with pictures of treatments hanging on the wall, pictures that were already patchy. Inside the clinic was a ward, with only a single, worn-out bed in the room.

Looking at Duke in disbelief, "My grandfather he ......"

Duke was busy dragging over a chair from the clinic and putting a clean cushion on the single bed, "Mrs. Jones, sit down first and I'll talk to you slowly."

She sat down and surveyed the clinic, which didn't look like an operating clinic by any stretch of the imagination.

Duke sat down across from Bella,...