My grandfather assessed my wounds, “you might have a broken rib, we should take you to the hospital.” He suggested.
“No.” I declined very quickly, “no hospitals. I don't want to have to take Nick to a hospital in the middle of the night.” I said as I thought about Nick, who seemed to be busy with Casey.
“Where to then?” Clara asked.
“I have some money I could spend the night or two at a motel as I figure out what next.” I said as I groaned in pain to the slightest movement.
Clara dropped us off at the Clarity motel, we booked a room for two nights, they helped me carry my things to the motel room upstairs. My grandfather offered to stay and watch over me but I didn't want to have to involve him more than he already was. Quin did point a gun at him and threatened to shoot him, God know
