This was so not good. Riley hated hospitals. Too many questions and she had no clue if she had a phony credit card with the limit a trip to the hospital would cost her. But goddamn if the pain radiating from the glass wasn't throwing her for a loop, the room spinning dangerously from the blood loss. Fuck her life and all that.
She shook her head and immediately regretted the decision as the room spun again. "No, not shot," she told him. "I don't need an ambulance, just if you wanna help me get this glass out I can go on my way," she gave him what she hoped was a convincing smile.