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Cameron is still frowning and looking down at the file answers. “He’s busy working again. The media has got a hold of your overdose and the phones and website are apparently going crazy.”

“I’m going outside to see Max,” I whisper to give them some privacy.

Josh narrows his eyes at me and grabs my hand. “What’s with the sudden interest in Max?”

I frown at him. “You can’t be serious … he’s my bodyguard.” Josh raises an eyebrow and continues to hold my hand in silent disapproval.

“Joshua, you are the one making him follow me around. He can go any time you like.”

My eyes flick back to Cameron who is still frowning at Joshua’s file. What is he looking at?

“Why are you frowning like that? Is something wrong?” I ask.

Cameron’s eyes shoot up as if distracted. “Huh.” He had no idea what I just said. He is distracted.

“What’s wrong, why do you look like that?” I repeat.

He bites his bottom lip in concentration. “No reason, just a lot on my mind. I need to go. I will catch you both later.” He leaves the room in a rush.

I walk to the end of the bed and pick up the file. I wonder … what was in the file?

Shit.

Joshua Mark Stanton

Blood typeAB–

DOB1/5/87

Fuck. Blood type. Was Cameron looking at Joshua’s blood type?

Is he onto something? What type of blood does everybody else have? How do I find this information out

?

“Go and find a naughty nurse outfit and come back in here and give me some sexual healing,” Joshua says in a low sexy voice.

I smirk as I look up from his file. “Really, sexual healing? That’s very eighties.” I raise my brow in question.

He smiles and a nurse opens the door. “Mr Stanton, we need to run some tests.” I jump at the chance to exit unnoticed.

“I’m going to get a coffee babe. Back in a moment,” I stammer.

He kisses the back of my hand. “Take Max.” I smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Ten minutes later I am sitting at the café consulting Doctor Google. Shit, this stuff is confusing. I decide to ring Mum.

“Hi Mum.”

“Hello darling, how is our patient?” She smiles down the phone.

“He’s going ok, thanks. Listen Mum I can’t talk long. They need some blood at the hospital and I was going to donate. Do you know what blood type I am?”

“Yes O+ like me,” she answers. I stay silent as I think. Mmm.

“Do you know what type of blood Robert has? He is not here but I can ring him if he has the right type,” I ask.

“Yes he is O+ like me and you. What type do they need?”