"I'm pretty sure endangering the lives of your patients goes against the Hippocratic oath."

"Who said I'm endangering your life? As is, I don't need machines to keep you well, only to diagnose you."

"Didn't know they taught guesswork in medical school."

"There's no guesswork. You came up positive. The only question is how positive. Right now you seem healthy enough so it's safe to assume you're still in the early stages of the virus. To put it simply, you're lucky you collapsed. If you hadn't ... well let's just say as it is we can treat the virus. There are certain medications, but right now all you need is rest and nutrition."

"That could be a problem."

"I'll do what I can for you here. Even if the diagnosis is wrong it couldn't hurt to give you some colour in your skin. That's all I can do for you. Your home life is outside my jurisdiction."

"Home life?" Alex found his head wandering back toward the snow tainted window. "This really isn't going to end soon."

"Depends how you deal with. It doesn't have to be fatal ... with the right nutrients."

"I won't have a choice in that."

"Of course you have a choice. You can either choose to fall down and collapse dead in some gutter, feeling sorry for yourself right till the very end. Or you can get up, try to live a healthy life and do the best you can."

"I don't even have the option."

"Funny, I thought homelessness was a lifestyle choice not a disability."

"You would know?"

"I've worked here long enough to learn a thing or two about my patients, and how most of them view themselves. This is a good excuse for you to change."

Alex smiled. "I knew you were a good doctor."

"A man's philosophy doesn't speak much for his ability."

"It's not your philosophy. I've seen you work before. Maybe you don't remember."

The doctor shook his head, waiting patiently for an explanation.

"About a week ago there was a car crash near this hospital. When it turned out a pregnant woman was injured you came along, leaping over the car to help her."

Smiling slightly, the doctor nodded. "Well ... it wasn't so dramatic."

"Seemed that way to me. Either way you saved her."

"I didn't save her."

"Of course you did. If you hadn't shown-"

"I saved the baby. The mother died one day later during pre-mature birth."

Alex gasped till. "I'm sorry. I-I thought she would turn out okay."

"She should have. There were ... complications after she arrived.

"Complications? You mean screw ups."

"The crash didn't kill her ... this hospital did. It was my fault."

"Your fault?"

"I never should have brought her to this place. I only did because I worked here. I thought if I could bring her in myself I could get her past the crowd. Turns out, beating the crowd can be as lethal when the people you count on don't know what they're doing."

"If it's so bad here why don't you leave? I'm sure the private hospitals would hire you."

"It won't change anything. Leaving this place won't stop patients coming here."

"And dying here."

"It's only a matter of time before this eyesore closes. Until then ... I'll stay till then."

"And where will people like me go then?"

The doctor nodded, inching his eyes toward Alex. He sighed then continued to nod. "I sometimes forget negatives can be positives to people with nothing else."

"It's false hope really. This place is more a giant waiting room than a hospital, except some patients get to wait on gurneys instead. I agree with what you said."

"Which part?"

"You never should have taken that woman here. That was the first thing I thought after I saw the crash."

"It was a bad call."

"Made on good terms. You couldn't just leave her lying in the road. And, come on, the baby made it."

"Life and death, fate's great joke. To be honest the baby wouldn't have survived if the board hadn't decided to move it to a 'more efficient' hospital."

"Faculty members ... our modern day heroes."

The doctor smiled. "They do what they can. They're broke but they do what they can."

"No wonder they have you working the whole floor. You make corruption sound noble."

"Word play runs in my family, if that's a good thing."

"It can be when the moment is right. Back at the crash you actually managed to make a screaming pregnant woman appear normal to the crowd."

"You could hear me speak? How close were you?"

"Right next to you. Actually, it was one of my friends who gave you those pills you used to calm the woman down."

The doctor froze and almost seemed about to drop his clipboard. "Your friend gave me those pills?"

"Yeah, you probably didn't recognise him. He was with the people visiting me earlier. His name is Henry: short skinny guy with glasses, usually found hiding in the back corner of the room."

The doctor's skin paled faster than his humour sank. His body tensed to a steady state of calm which seemed stuck between jumping in panic and succumbing to his knees. "Henry ... that was him?"

"Yeah ... is there a problem?"

"Those pills ... your friend ... I have to see him."

The door swung open in one great push. The doctor sprang to his feet in dreadful anticipation.

Rum entered, strolling vigorously as ever to bedside.

"Relax doc," Alex said. "Sure he's ugly but he doesn't bite."

"Thought you'd gotten rid of me, didn't ya?" Rum said, eying up the doctor. "What's up his ass? Not another nut job doc."

Alex looked past Rum to Henry, who came slinking in behind. "Hey Henry."

"H-Hey Alex, when did you wake..." Henry too found his eyes falling up the doctor. "Are ... we allowed in here?"

"No use asking these people anything," Rum said. I think the faculty here just broke out a bunch psychos from an asylum and swapped one white uniform for another. If one doc can get away with acting like a psycho then why not all of them?

"Did Rummy have a bad run in with a member of staff? How surprising."

"Sure did but this time it ain't my fault."

"Sure."

"It's true," Henry said. "Rum was just ... well I don't know what he was doing but the doctor overreacted. He started threatening Rum for no reason."

"Tip of the day, if you don't know what Rum did then don't defend him."

"But Rum said..."

"Tip two, never believe him either."

"He did it to me too. All I tried do was thank him for his help."

"What did he do for you?"

"He was the doctor who..." Henry glanced up to the present doctor. "He 'looked after' me the first time I was here. Last time he was nice, this time he acted ... different."

Alex set his eyes questionably on the doctor. "Henry, this doctor, he was the one who gave you those pills?"

"Yeah that's him. It's strange though. One minuet he was ready to start a fight then next thing he took off in a hurry."

"Yeah," Rum said. "The moment we mentioned Sierra was up on the roof he got all quiet and sort of ... strolled off."

The doctor exploded with awe, nearly falling on top of Rum. "She's on the roof! Is she alone?"

Chapter 33.

Two storage boxes tipped over, Sierra removed the third and final one's lid as frantically as she did the last. Contents spilled to the snow lined rooftop, she began scraping through the items in a desperate attempt to ring doubt on the things laying in front of her.

The items were wrapped tightly in plastic bags, clear enough to make out the contents. Some contained pill cases while others contained lengthy chords of thick rope. It wasn't till she saw the photographs that she could put these items together.

Sierra took one photo up in her hand. The picture was somewhat blurry and the tinted monochrome suggested a night time shot. Still clear enough to make it out. It was a photo of an alleyway, angled so as to face out onto the main street where a silhouetted passer-by strolled casually in the distance. The lens must have been for night vision, otherwise that man should have noticed the woman laying dead near the opening of the alley. No. She didn't look dead. Her eyes were open. She lay still but her eyes were open. They gleamed wide in the night, awake but fast asleep.

There were more like this in the same bag. It looked like a set from a model's photo shoot. In some she lay sideways, in some on her stomach. In most of the photos toward the back her top had been removed. It continued like this until the very last photo at the back, where her eyes closed.

In another box, she noticed Cylinders filled to the brim with pills. Others half empty, half used. Suddenly the woman's peculiar state of unconsciousness became clearer, and all the more familiar. The pills Henry had were capable of producing the same effect. Even the eyes of the woman in this photo looked similar to the pregnant woman from the car crash. And Henry did say a doctor at this hospital gave those pills to him.

Sierra dug deeper. They were all like this, those clear plastic bags. The photos had been packed into them, a different bag for a different set, a different set for a different woman. The locations in them changed from alleys to bridges to riverside, but the posed positions of the women stayed the same in each set.

Something snapped in her then. In one move she bundled everything into her arms and dropped them at random back into the crates. One set pack of photos fell to the snow. She intended to snap it up and toss it blindly away like the others, when the woman in this photo set caught her eye. Sierra had seen this woman's body outline chalked on a filthy stone floor. She'd seen her face framed amidst a pile of dead grievance flowers. This woman, Sierra had seen her face before.

"Annette Lucille."

For a moment she stared in wide eyed wonder. The only moment needed for the roof access door to click open.

In her first reaction Sierra slid Annette's photos into her leg pocket along with one of those pill cases. In her second reaction she spun round to meet the oncoming visitor. Shame she'd spent so long staring into these photos to notice the increased snowfall and hazy fog to block her view.

The roof access door slammed shut with a heavy metallic bang. Crunching footfalls approached slowly.

Rum and Henry followed doctor Adam lazily down a corridor. The man stopped, trying again in vain to pull an electronically locked stairwell door open.

"Damn it! They're all locked," Adam yelled.

"Good. That'll stop your buddy getting to the roof too," Rum stated.

"My brother has the keys. He can go where he wants."

"Let him, I don't care. What's it mean to us anyway?"

"That's because you aren't listening to me!"