There wasn’t an easy way to be gentle about checking Nick’s wrist, and Bea did feel badly for that. If she could check it without having to prod at it she would have, just to save the girl some pain. “I can’t tell,” she admitted. “Maybe. But a medic needs to look at it to be sure.” Ty or Zach would have probably been able to tell in an instant. Again she wished she had more of a med kit with her, so she could at least wrap Nick’s wrist until they reached the compound again.
If the older Hensley came down on her, well, that wasn’t going to fly either. She knew angry siblings and all that, but none of the teenager’s injuries had been Bea’s fault. She’d just done what she felt she had to. If word got around that she’d left a girl in Ossining, well, she didn’t want to think what kind of backlash leadership would end up weathering. What she would end up weathering, because Evan was still recovering.
Yeah, not going to happen.
“Oh, yeah,” she responded as she shook herself out of her own thoughts. With a twist she had the bottle open and shook two of the pills out of Nick. “You’re going to have to take them fucking dry, I don’t have any water in here.” Turned out she wasn’t as prepared as she thought. But whatever, at least she had something for the kid. “You’re welcome.” Because what good would telling Nick she felt obligated to get her do? Not a damn bit of good.
She threw the bottle of pills back in the glove box before she dug around for the ignition key and started the truck. “What was so damn important anyway?” she asked as she put the truck in gear, headed back to the compound. People’s shit was their own business, but she was a little curious what brought Nick outside of Sing Sing, since the girl didn’t usually leave.