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On his way to the club, Ged realised he had felt much better since he involved himself with Viv's group, though his depression would often return once he was home and alone.
Now he was out in public once more, he was often hit on by young women, and some of these were very pretty, but he steadfastly refused all advances politely. However their lustful interest cheered him up.
His immunity to such approaches was of long standing and well known, and he suspected that some of the women wanted to see if they could entice him and attain the unattainable.
It was after one of their practices in the week of the Friday gig that Viv approached Ged quietly away from the rest of the group to tell him that a friend of hers had seen Cassie with a very handsome man at the opera, and that they seemed very close. It hit him hard. Until then he had not really believed she would find someone else, and certainly not so soon.
Then on Thursday, Cheryl rang him.
"Ged, there's something I think you need to know." she opened.
"Cassie's been seen with a man," Ged answered.
"Has she?" Cheryl said with some surprise. "I mean I knew she was seeing someone, that's why I'm ringing. So, someone's seen them together."
"So, if that's all?"
"No, Ged." She said decisively. "You should know that she's really taken with this man. We tried to slow her down, but you know from your own experience how quickly she falls for a man she likes -- someone gentle, sensitive, caring -- you know?"
"So did you?"
"Did we what?"
"Slow her down."
"Don't know," Cheryl paused, "but we were pretty heavy with her, reminding her that being so quick hasn't exactly done her any favours, so perhaps she's thinking about it."
"I don't see what it has to do with me." Ged said doggedly.
"Well, she won't tell you, and if she settles for this Harry, you'll be free to find someone else yourself, but you need to know if that happens."
"Thanks Cheryl," he said as warmly as he could manage, "You're very good to me."
"That's what friends are for. You've had a raw deal from everyone, including me. The least I can do."
The news sharpened his feelings of loss and rejection, and as a result his performance on Friday evening was acutely moving for the audience and for the group.
After the set the group gathered round to congratulate him, and he began to feel better. He recognised his performances were cathartic for him, the group enthused, and so he was cheerful and happy as he left the club.
It happened quickly. It happened too quickly for Ged to react, and by the time he could have reacted, he was in no condition to.
The club's entrance was in a side street, about a hundred metres from a main thoroughfare.
As Ged reached the main road, his arms were pinioned behind him from behind, a face came into view, behind a mask of some actor or comedian he didn't know.
The face head-butted him hard, and he would have fallen back if he had not been supported by the man behind pushing his arms together behind his back, pushing him towards the face, who kicked him in his genitals.
Again Ged would have crumpled forward but he was held as he was kneed in the stomach this time. He was winded, and the man behind let go and he fell to the ground.
He hit his head on the ground, and partially lost consciousness. He was foggily aware of pain, sharp jabs as the assailants kicked and stamped, and a severe ache all over. Suddenly the jabs of pain stopped, and in his dazed state he realised his hands hurt like hell.
Cassie burst through the doors of the Accident and Emergency entrance to the hospital and stopped short, searching all round until she saw the group, sitting together on the second row of seats in the waiting area, which was full of people waiting to be seen.
She expected a rebuff, but instead there was a look of relieved recognition on Viv's face.
"Thank God!" Viv said. "I couldn't reach you. I suppose Cheryl--"
"How is he?" Cassie broke in. "Is he going to be ok?"
"They won't tell us anything, but the receptionist was asking for you."
"For me?" Cassie said, puzzled. "Why me?"
"Go and ask her," said Viv, pointing to the reception office.
So she did.
"I think you were looking for me," she said to the middle aged woman behind the glass, "I'm Cassie Copthorne."
"No dear," said the woman with a friendly smile. "We're looking for a Cassie Fenton."
"That's my maiden name," Cassie clarified, "before I married."
The woman smiled at her response, "Oh, that's fine. You are Gerald Smith's next of kin?"
"Am I?" Cassie asked, perplexed, "I didn't know."
"Well, it's on the donor card in his wallet."
"We used to be engaged."
"Well, do you want to take responsibility for him as next of kin? He's being treated provisionally, but because he's unconscious, we need his next of kin to authorise more serious operations. Will you do that?"
"Unconscious?" she cried, "Is he--"
"I'll get someone to come and talk with you. Are you with that group of people over there?"
"Yes, they're friends. He's a musician; he plays with them."
"If you'll go over there and wait, I'll get someone to come and see you."
Cassie made her way back to the group.
"Viv," she urged, "What's happened? All I know is he's been attacked, and something about his hands."
Viv's face clouded. "We got called out of the club after the event, but Ted, one of the bouncers, told us he and Norman saw Ged get to the corner of Thomas Street and then three blokes jumped him. They were wearing those look-alike masks, Lee Mack I think they were.
"Ted and Norm ran to break it up, but it's quite a way down the street and they'd beaten Ged up before Ted got there.
They kicked at him, and get this, one of them knelt down and pulled Ged's hands out while one of the others stamped on them. The third bloke was kicking at Ged's backside. I think he was trying to kick his balls.
Anyway they ran off as Ted arrived and one of them lost his mask as they ran.
"When we got there, Ged was semi-conscious and Norm was putting him into the recovery position. He stirred and groaned and then said your name a number of times. I know you've finished with Ged, but I thought it might help him if you came.
"Anyway the police came and an ambulance and I had to shout and yell at them before they'd let me come with him. He was delirious, saying your name, mumbling something about someone called Harry. We got here and they took him away. They won't tell us anything."
While Vicky was speaking a young doctor arrived, invited Cassie and the group to follow him and took them to a room off the main waiting area.
"Well Mrs Fenton," he said, after he had seated them all, "Mr Smith has gone for X-rays on his skull, his chest and his hands. We've checked him over and we don't think any of his ribs are fractured, but we want to make sure. Same with his head. But his hands are a different matter. There are a lot of breaks in the bones of his right hand, and probably his left as well, though not as many.
"His genital region is badly bruised and swollen, and we've had to catheterise him. There are other contusions but they are not so serious, though his face will be a mess for some time. He's in no immediate danger, but we are worried about possible brain injury, and we'll be keeping a keen eye on him for that."
"So what will happen next?" It was Viv who asked; Cassie looked shocked and pale.
"That depends on the X-rays," the young doctor replied, "We've contacted our orthopaedic consultant and he will be here within the hour. He's very good and I suspect he'll want to operate on Mr Smith's hands at the very least, and quickly.
"Mrs Fenton, would you be prepared to consent to the operation? Mr Smith is heavily sedated at the moment and we feel it would not be in his interest to bring him out of that. There is a lot of damage to his hands, and the pain would be intense."
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