𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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"NO ESCAPE ACTS.”
As fair as the condition is, Ellie-Marie is about ninety-nine percent sure that spilling her impressive past as a hospital Houdini violates HIPAA in more ways than one. She's barely been here an entire day and has gotten thirty-one stitches, clutched hard enough to crack ribs by both Dad and Abi, and a thorough face scrubbing followed by a hair wash. While she can't complain about the kindness exhibited by the nurses and doctors, she's frankly already sick and tired of looking at these walls and being separated from her family.
Rules don't mean anything to her when they're keeping her from her people. Maybe she should start wearing a sign?
“Will it be escaping if I stay in the building?” Ellie-Marie asks innocently, scraping the bottom of her vanilla pudding cup with her spoon. “Because I'm not gonna go that far.”
The look the nurse gives her is nothing short of baffled. “I’m sorry?”
“I'm not gonna leave,” Ellie repeats. “But respectfully, I can't stay in here.”
“It's vital for your recovery that you stay here.”
“It's vital for my mental stability that I see my fam-that I see my friends,” she corrects. Having this conversation is pointless, she'll be leaving the room anyway, but it's probably a good idea that at least one person is aware of this. “I'm not that injured, anyway.”
