"We should just go, Sammy. Cops are gonna wanna ask questions sooner or later and our credit cards won't hold out long with this kind of expense." She hated hospitals. Hated being observed, poked, and prodded. Wanted to get out and curl up somewhere to lick her wounds and pretend everything was a-okay.

She glanced over at her brother hopefully. "C'mon, we've sneaked out of tighter jams than this. Let's just bolt..."