(SASHA)
"You sure know a lot about it for someone who doesn't have a clue who's coming for him," Darla snaps, but she's already moving to check the hallway.
"Fucking finally," she sighs, as the alarm cuts down in volume. "Move it," she shouts down the hall to someone, and a moment later the nurse arrives back, breathless and flustered, with a wheelchair.
Marco pushes Tyler and Burgess aside and helps me himself. Even all torn up like he is, he's stronger than the two of them—and he's had years of experience dragging me around.
"Just like the old days," I say to him, and he chuckles, then hooks my arm around his neck, grabbing onto my hand.
He hoists me clumsily by the waist. I get to my feet and we stagger towards the wheelchair. I black out for a few seconds from the pain, but when my head stops spinning and the nausea abates, I'm in the chair, and the nurse is propping my bare feet up on the footrest.
