‘I’m not giving you the inhaler at all if you stay here! What do you want to stay for?’ He didn’t wait for an answer. ‘The two of you are daft. I’m trying to help you here.’ He actually believes that, Liam was thinking, though at that moment coherent thought wasn’t something Liam could do. He couldn’t stop himself shaking. Hadn’t stopped since Angie had – NO! He couldn’t bear to think about that, he kept pushing the picture of her terrified face away from him. Liam watched Axel, who looked as if he was ready to stamp his foot like a toddler who wasn’t getting his way. Axel wanted to be in charge. He had been, until Angie fell. Now Fiona was going against him, and Zesh too. Why Zesh? Liam couldn’t understand that. He could come on and get his inhaler or stay here, and Liam knew, and Zesh must know too that Axel wouldn’t give it to him now. He’d just have to suffer on, trying to breathe. It sounded sore. He would have felt sorry for anyone else, but not Zesh.
