It was incredibly easy for Emyli to forget that Toby was over a decade older than her, especially in the way he could slip from one silly facade to the next. She felt her lips curl up in a devious grin as he pretended to truly think about helping her escape, a grin that matched his own when he asked about the wheelchair. "You tell me, Doctor." She winked and watched him slip out of the room. While he was out looking for a new mode of transportation, Emyli pushed herself up on the bed so that she was sitting forward. She winced lightly as the bandages pulled at the skin around her injury. She inhaled deeply and exhaled, steeling herself to finish getting out of the bed. She had barely placed her feet onto the linoleum when Toby wheeled the chair into the room. She laughed when she saw it, though the laughter caused her insides to twinge with pain. If she was feeling these little pulls and twinges with the pain meds the doctors had been pumping into her, then what was it going to feel like when she was home and had to make her own concoction to compete? But Emyli didn't want to think about that. She'd rather deal with pure agony at home than live in a fluffy cotton candy bliss and be charged out of the ass for it.
"The fluids here I can get out of no problemo, it's the heart monitor thing that they've got clipped to me that'll sound the alarm that I'm either gone or dead," she waggled her hand at him, showing off the plastic grey clip on the end of her finger. "We could try turning the machine off first -- it might take 'em longer to realize that that than just taking it off. Let's do that last, though." She pointed over to the chair next to the window. "Shut the door and help me change, bro." She wasn't sneaking out of the hospital in the paper thin gown that was hanging on her. She began to pull the needles from the I.V. out of her hands and arms, swearing lightly at the sting of pain that accompanied her new freedom. Once her clothes were in reaching distance, she pulled the strings on the back of her gown so that it fell to the floor. There was no reason to ask Toby to turn around or even to offer a warning that she was going to be standing naked in the room; even if they had not used each other for sex, Emyli was comfortable around Toby and had spent a few days hanging out with him and his roommate and was accustomed to their penchant for going without clothes.
Speaking of... "Hey," she glanced around at him as she struggled to step into her underwear from the night before (See, that's how she should have known it was going to be a bad night; she should have just gone without and everything would have been alright). "You and the Teej mind if I stay at your place for a couple of days? Don't want to risk any infection or doctors following me home." She could barely admit to herself that she was afraid of what else might be beating her door down when she was there alone. It was only a matter of time before someone came to find her for more of her seemingly exotic blood and Emyli just didn't do scared. "We can swing by the trailer and pick up clothes that are less holey and bloody," she grinned and gestured to the sequined dress.