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Nate’s brows creased with worry. Fear consumed him and he tried to keep calm.

The smell of the antiseptic irritated him. The barmaid whose name was Florence sat on a bench, head in her hands. She had spent the car ride whimpering and crying. Nate understood she was terrified and had tried to comfort her.

Adam sustained a head injury and Florence was kind enough to apply pressure on it.

The ambulance had been delayed for another thirty minutes and Nate gave up on them. He took it upon himself to drive Adam to the hospital and called the police to check what happened to the pub.

“I need you to calm down and tell me what happened” Nate said to her

Florence was wrapped in a blanket and had a mug of coffee in her hands. Her face was stained with makeup and she looked like she was about to pass out any minute.

“The men we’re watching a match on the tv” she clenched her teeth together as her voice was shaky. “I was there serving some drinks to them. Some guys came to the pub”