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sister. There was no doubting it. An identical twin? Maybe. The similarities were obvious but there were major differences. The girl lying in the mud was heavily pregnant. Her face was bleached white and a fine hairline scar ran across her forehead. She lay in the mud and her eyes were bleak and hopeless. Jake had seen eyes like this before, in terminally ill patients who were alone and who had nothing left to live for. To see this expression on such a young woman was shocking.
    â€˜Oh, Susie, I’m so sorry,’ Kirsty was saying. She waskneeling in the mud, sliding her hands under Susie’s face to lift her clear. ‘There was a rut. It was filled with water and I didn’t realise how deep it was.’
    â€˜What’s happening?’ Jake knelt and automatically lifted the woman’s wrist. ‘You fell?’
    â€˜You really are smart,’ Kirsty muttered, flashing him a look of fury. ‘I tipped her out of the wheelchair. Susie, what hurts? Have you wrenched your back? Don’t move.’ She sounded terrified. One hand was supporting Susie’s head; the other was holding her sister down.
    Jake’s fingers had found the pulse, automatically assessing.
    â€˜Did you hurt yourself in the fall?’ he asked, and the young woman in the mud shook her head in mute misery.
    â€˜I’ll live.’ She put her hands out to push herself up, but Kirsty’s expression of terror had Jake helping her hold her still.
    â€˜What do we have here?’ He held the woman’s shoulders, pressuring her not to move. ‘Can you stay still until I know the facts?’ He spoke gently but with quiet authority. ‘I don’t want you doing any more damage.’
    â€˜She suffered a crush fracture at T7 five months ago,’ Kirsty told him in a voice that faltered with fear. ‘Incomplete paraplegia but sensation’s been returning.’
    â€˜I can walk,’ Susie said, into the mud.
    â€˜On crutches on smooth ground,’ Kirsty told Jake, still holding her twin still. ‘But not for long. There’s still leg weakness and some loss of sensation.’
    â€˜Let me get my bag.’
    â€˜I can get up,’ Susie muttered, and Jake laid a hand on her cheek. A feather touch of reassurance.
    â€˜Humour me. I won’t take long, but I need to be sure you’re not going to do any more damage by moving.’
    It took him seconds before he was back, kneeling before her, touching her wrist again. Her pulse was steadying. He glanced again at Kirsty. If he had to say which was the whiter face, his money was on Kirsty’s. Such terror…
    â€˜I’m going to run my fingers along your spine,’ he told Susie. ‘I’d imagine you’d have had so many examinations in the last few months that you know exactly what you should feel and where. I want you to tell me if there’s anything different. Anything at all.’
    â€˜We need help,’ Kirsty snapped. ‘We need immobility until we can get X-rays. I want a stretcher lift and transport to the nearest hospital.’
    But Jake met her eyes and held. ‘Your sister’s break was five months ago,’ he said softly. ‘There should be almost complete bone healing by now.’
    â€˜You’re not an orthopaedic surgeon.’
    â€˜No, but I do know what I’m doing. And it’s soft mud.’
    â€˜Hooray for soft mud,’ Susie muttered. ‘And hooray for a doctor with sense. OK, Dr Whatever-Your-Name-Is, run your spinal check so I can get up.’
    â€˜Susie…’ Kirsty said anxiously, but her sister grimaced.
    â€˜Shut up, Kirsty, and let the nice doctor do what he needs to do.’
    â€˜Yes, ma’am,’ Jake said, and smiled.
    So he did what he needed to do, while Kirsty sat back and alternatively glowered and leant forward as if she’d help and then went back to glowering again.
    It was like two sides of a coin, he thought