Although it was still relatively early on a Saturday night, most visitors had obviously gone home because it was easy to find a space in the hospital car park. They had enough change between them to feed the parking meter, and at last they were striding down the corridors to the coronary care unit. At first, the receptionist didn’t want to give them any information because they weren’t family members. ‘I understand your position,’ Ben said quietly, ‘but we’re here in a professional capacity. We’re both qualified doctors—we were there when Marty collapsed and we followed the ambulance in. I’m Ben Robertson, A and E registrar at St James’s in Southbay, and this is Kirsty Brown, surgical registrar at the same hospital.’ ‘Ah.’ The receptionist sighed. ‘Then I’m sorry to tell you, Mr McAllister passed away in the ambulance.’ ‘Marty’s dead?’ Ben blinked in disbelief. ‘No. No, he can’t be.’ He squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
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