Re: log: dylan & max (daniel & lin too)
[Max hadn't gone to get a wheelchair, but thanks for thinking she was capable of menial labor, McKendrick. She stood there, arms crossed and her shoulders against the wall, and she watched as Lin stormed into the bathroom like a tornado. She was proud of the kid. In the end, this had nothing to do with her ability to find a wheelchair, and it had nothing to do with whether or not they were capable of orchestrating the escape of an unpleasant and cantankerous drunk from a hospital room. Both of those things were a no brainer, for both her and McKendick. No, her decision had nothing to do with either of those things.
She walked to the bathroom, where the door was open, and she stoped into the doorway of the cramped space.
Her Ruger glinted under the bright and antiseptic light. She pointed it at Lin first.] Move. [Then at McKendrick.] Help him back to bed. Now.
[And then she stepped back, like she wasn't currently threatening everyone in the room with a very loaded 9mm. But she was feeling generous, so, words.] He's your friend, McKendrick, and you want to help. Admirable, but neither of us have seen this guy in years. We don't live with him. We don't love him. And we don't share our lives with him. Lin does. That gives him more say than both of us. If Daniel wants to kill himself when he gets out of here, fine, but he isn't a prisoner of the state. He's a danger to himself, and he's staying here until the DTs won't kill him at home, and until his blood loss is stabilized, and then he can make the conscious choice to kill himself if he wants to.
[She moved to the door, gun still raised.] We're leaving.