C32 Clive

Cliff met me at my mother’s room. Three security guards, two women and one man were waiting outside. “What’s the matter?” I asked them.

“There’s been an…accident, of sorts,” the shortest guard said. “The Queen is stable, but Dr. McManus is in there with her. We still might need to take her to the hospital; we’re waiting to hear.”

“Can we go inside?”

They nodded and stepped aside