<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Mutilate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mutilate/</link><description>Recent content in Mutilate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/mutilate/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Consultants 3.14</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-consultants-3.14/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-consultants-3.14/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="consultants313.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Consultants 3.13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Chapter 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Late next day Leslie was more or less conscious. Amber and Charles had sat by her bedside all the time, one or other briefly going off duty for a pee or to fetch more coffee. Apart from an occasional brief visit, the nursing staff left them alone. Her cut and swollen face made speaking difficult and painful for her, but they held her hand by way of encouragement and comfort and slowly pieced together what had happened from the, not always coherent ramblings, of the heavily sedated Leslie as she drifted in and out of consciousness&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>