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Something was buzzing next to my head. I frowned and tried to block the noise out. I opened my eyes and realised what the noise was. Groaning I reached for my phone.
"Mr Mancini?"
"Um, yeah." I replied trying to stretch out my cramped muscles and get my head in gear.
"Can you come to the hospital, we have just brought a young man in, who keeps asking for Ben Mancini. We found your name in his phone – do you have a brother or ah, a close friend, sir?"
"Colin?" I asked incredulously. Colin was my best friend and the only person I knew who would ask for me.
"We don't know the man's first name, yet sir – he's delirious with pain and is really quite confused – but not about you. He gave us your number."
Sitting up I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was well past ten. I'd had two beers so I couldn't risk driving there. "I'll have to get an uber. I'll be there as soon as I can. Which hospital is he at?"

I found myself gazing down at a very familiar face. My heart started beating wildly in my chest. I'd been working for him and his lover, installing bathrooms and a kitchen for them both. This guy, currently lying unconscious in the bed was Mr Ethan Farrell. He was the younger of the two and was a totally spoiled brattish guy who had point blank refused to pay me for the work I'd completed because he'd changed his mind on the colour of the tiles. I was currently in dispute over money with him. His face was bruised and he had little cuts all over it; tubes up his nose and down his throat. He'd been in an accident obviously – but he hadn't asked for his lover, John Jamieson. No. He'd asked for me… and that was surprising, certainly - and very, very intriguing...