Ryah sank into the chair next to his sister's bed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't have any good ideas, he didn't have a back up plan. He didn't have anything beyond just saving his sister. Of course, he hadn't expected to end up in a hospital either, feeling weak and vulnerable, drained of blood and strength. "Sorry, I dragged you into this," the brunet finally said, after a long silence. What else could he say? The whole thing had been one giant clusterfuck from the get go.<br/><br/>He let out a tired sigh, glancing up at Drake. "Is there any way for you to get out of town? A place you can escape to?" He asked if Drake had anyone he could get help from, anyone who would have his back. If not, Boston wasn't that far, he continued. A few hours' drive at most. And Ryah had enough people on his side back home. He could recover, find someone who could help his sister.<br/><br/>"We should leave here as soon as possible. My car is here, right?" He wondered if his plan was too reckless. But staying here would mean they were sitting ducks. And he sure as hell didn't have any other ideas.