Ryah wasn't familiar with the hospital at all. He didn't know what floor they were on, where the car was, where any of the edits were. Escape would have been hard enough, trying to tote around an unconscious body. But lucky for him, Drake knew. God, the list of things the vampire had done for him was growing ever longer. Ryah had no clue how he was ever going to pay the guy back. A safe haven in Boston, if Drake wanted it, was the least he could do, he supposed.<br/><br/>"Okay, where's the closest exit?" He asked, quickly gathering up their things. He stripped his hospital gown off and pulled his clothes on, grimacing at the way the stitches pulled. All he wanted was a day or two to recover. A night where he got more than six hours of restful sleep. And a big cheeseburger with a mound of curly fries and a thick chocolate shake. Of course, none of that was happening until he got home safely.<br/><br/>They'd have to wait until the nurse in the ward was called away into another patient's room or a good distraction came up. But once they got moving, they wouldn't be able to stop. Not until they reached safety. If Drake was correct, and so far he hadn't been wrong, then they needed to get as far away as possible. Long enough to recover at least. Because it was almost a hundred percent certain that Phin was going to come for them, and he wouldn't play nice.<br/><br/>Once the coast was clear, he bundled his sister up in a wheelchair he snagged from the hallway and wheeled her out. It was a nerve wracking ten minutes until he got her to the car, and tucked her into the back. He turned to Drake. "You coming?"