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observation he should probably keep to himself.
    She held her hand out towards him and he went to help pull her up off the bed when she instead closed her eyes and turned her head away. “Pull it out straight and don’t monkey with it,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut.
    Oh.
    Oh fuck.
    When he’d been contemplating their escape plan (which, admittedly, he’d only spent about 10 seconds doing), he hadn’t thought about disconnecting her from the various machines hospitals liked to connect their patients to. Specifically her IV. Blood and gore didn’t bother him, but suddenly, the idea of hurting his Blue terrified him.
    She sighed impatiently, her eyes still squeezed shut. “If I heard you right, there’s a time factor involved here,” she said drily.
    “Right!” he said, and cleared his throat. He took her hand in his and pulled off the tape securing the IV in place, and then slowly pulled the needle out, keeping it as straight as possible during the withdrawal process.
    Once the end of the needle cleared her skin, her eyes popped back open. “All right, let’s bust this joint.”
    Rush couldn’t help but laugh. Some things never changed. Always up for an adventure, always excited to take on the world - that was his Blue. She grinned up at him and for a moment, they just stared at each other, lost.
    Yup, some things never change .
    And then, she stood up and headed for the bathroom. Which was in the opposite direction of the door they needed to be walking out of Right Now.
    “Blue, where are you going?!” he whisper-yelled, afraid to holler like he wanted to and attract attention to them, but seriously, what the fuck!
    “I have to change,” she said, closing the door behind her. “You don’t think I’m going to wander around Tucson in a hospital gown, do you?”
    Rush closed his eyes in frustration and groaned. As much as he hated to admit that she was right, she was goddamn right.
    Not that he was going to tell her that, of course. It might go to her head or something.
    “At least hurry!” he hissed, and then went to gather up her giant purse and all of her get-well cards sitting on every available flat surface in the room. He skipped on the flower bouquets, even the daisies he’d bought. He’d buy her a hundred more bouquets if they just made it out of this alive.
    Finally , she was opening up the bathroom door, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tennis-shoes on her feet.
    “Where’d you get the street clothes?” he asked her as they began hobbling down the hallway together. Slower than he wanted, but it was at least forward motion.
    “They didn’t know when I’d be released from the hospital, so Dad brought clothes in just in case. He didn’t want to have to drive back to Copper Lode to get clothes for me if the hospital decided to release me early.”
    Blue was walking, but not fast enough for Rush’s liking, so, ignoring her shouts of protest, he swung her up into his arms and started striding down the hallway and then into the stairwell leading to the ground floor.
    At least this time she’s awake enough to be impressed.
    Far from being impressed with his ability to carry her without getting short of breath, she instead began slapping his arm, demanding that he put her down.
    Ignoring her, he pushed out of the glass door and into the cool night air.
    It was time to go home.

Chapter Four
    Hannah Blue
     
    As Rush strode across the parking lot, carrying her like she weighed no more than a sack of sugar, she couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she’d gotten into this situation. She wasn’t gonna lie, not even to herself, and claim that she’d led a blameless life, but on the other hand, she couldn’t recall anything she’d done to deserve something like this.
    That shoots the Karma theory in the ass …
    She shouldn’t be dramatic and say that she never expected to see him again; after all, her parents ran in the same (very small) social circle. She hadn’t expected to be so