Death bed

Warren follows the nurse to the critical care ward and is shown to the bed of the dying man. Feverish and moaning, Ó Seachnasaigh, sees Warren standing next to him and croaks, Who are you? My name is Detective Warren and I am with Scotland Yard; I'm here about the assault you were involved in. Ó Seachnasaigh screws up his face, amused at the copper, and replies, Har-har....assault...thar' beggar twer goin' to kill me! Undeterred, Warren continues. I understand that the knife belonged to you and in the struggle, he managed  to get it away from you, before you had a chance to stab him. Cough-cough, Ó Seachnasaigh winces. I don' know what'cher talking 'bout. I'm talking about your attempt to stab the drunkard Jackson. Why did you attack him? Wheezing and gasping for breath, Ó Seachnasaigh retorted. I didn' attack anybody! Thar' blaggard drunk came at me, with 'is sticker and I defended meself. How do youz tink I gots cut up man?! I don't deny you were injured Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh, but I have several witnesses that saw you approach Jackson, speak to him, and then a fight broke out. What did you say? What the 'ell youz care? I bet youz don' live rough, wonder'n if you'all eat thar day, or 'ave sick kiddies to care for. Why don' youz go back to thar' Scotland Yard and find thar' Ripper murderer, leave'em me in peace.
Warren could see this man wasn't going to be truthful, even under these extreme circumstances. Taking a different approach, Warren asked about his current health condition. I understand the doctor expected a full recovery and now you're critically ill. When did you begin to feel the way you do now? Heavy sigh. I tink it t'was yestarday morn', why the int'rest? Your brother-in-law came by to see you the day before, do you recall talking with him? Brother-n-law? Ó Seachnasaigh looked puzzled. Yes, Mr. Namron. Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh's eyes narrowed and his feverish brow knitted together. Reaching for a glass of water, he replied, I don' have a brother'n law detective, because I don' hav'a sister. 'tis jus'n me an' my younger brother at thar' butcher's yard. Warren suspected as much, but Ó Seachnasaigh seemed more disturbed by the information; the name Namron seemed to stir some fear in his flushed face. I see. Do you know who Mr. Namron is? Drinking the water seemed to have set off a coughing fit for Ó Seachnasaigh and the nurse came over to check on him. I'm sorry inspector, but we need to let the patient rest. Of course, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh.
Warren wasn't surprised by any of the dying man's comments or his attitude. After seeing him, Warren was fairly certain he was infected with the same parasite strain he had and curtosy of Norman. He is not a man to cross or disobey with out dire consequences.
Warrn exits the hospital and hails a cab back to Whitechapel station.