His gaze was unwavering. At her side, Flanna could feel the eyes of the orderly boring into her, as if she was going to offer some sort of insight into why a man in such obvious need of medical attention shouldn’t get it. The choice was completely in her hands.
“Can he get stitched up right away?” she asked, her eyes never leaving Jason’s.
“It’s a clean cut,” the orderly replied. “Should be an in and out. Forty-five minutes. An hour tops.”
That made up her mind. Stooping to pick up the keys, Flanna stepped back to Jason’s side, keeping her back to the orderly and her voice low. “We can’t afford to lose Romm at this point,” she said. “And the police are going to be here any second.”
“I don’t want you going after him on your own!”
“I won’t be.” She rested a tentative hand on his arm. “G
