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"We've got to get him to a hospital," Julian told Alex.Winston ran into the dining area, pointing back in the direction of the TV. "You need to see this," hesaid.Not-Tim shoved the rest of the pizza slice into his mouth and went over to look.**"They've been caught," Winston said, as on the screen the news showed the raiding party, unconsciousand being carried into vans.Not-Tim swore."...will be taken to join the rest of the escapees in a specially-constructed holding facility at-"Not-Tim grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled down the address."...while it is decided what to do with them."Not-Tim returned to the others. "Neo," he said. "Let's go bust them out. Paul, you're in charge. Don'tlet anybody in, and don't let anybody kill anybody.""I thought Alex and Julian took the car," Neo said.Not-Tim grinned. "We're not taking the car."Neo decided that he definitely did not like motorbikes. He wondered what Trinity saw in them."All right back there?" not-Tim yelled as they sped dangerously through traffic on the Norton.Neo decided that opening his mouth to answer would mean throwing up on not-Tim, so he settled forgrabbing on tighter and wishing that they could slow down.Not-Tim rode them away from the protesting crowds near the main entrance and came to a haltsomewhere around the back. Neo stumbled off and promptly threw up his lunch."...Sorry," not-Tim said guiltily.Neo leant against the wall and looked sick and dizzy and not in the mood to do kung fu."When you're ready, just let me know."Neo sank down into the grass and buried his head in his hands.The supply room never failed. Alex located needle and thread and scissors and a forgotten bottle ofrum and ran back to Julian with them.****"Thanks," Julian said, unspooling some thread, cutting off a length of it and sticking an end through theeye of the needle. "All right," he told Griffin. "I could tell you this won't hurt, but that would be a lie. Justtry not to scream too much."Julian looked resignedly at the rum, then slopped it over Griffin's wrist. Dried blood washed off into thecarpet; fresh red welled up in the cut. Julian splashed rum over his own hand and needle and thread inquick sterilisation that probably wasn't that effective but would have to do for now. He tied a knot in thefree end of the string. He held the gash on Griffin's wrist close with one hand, tried not to think abouthow much it looked just like his, and poked the needle through the flesh and out the other side.Griffin grit his teeth and bit down a scream."This is just to close it for now," Julian said, sliding the needle in again. "If I leave it like that it'll probablyget infected and the blood will pool into a clot and you may lose at least your hand and you may die."