"Ahuuuhhh." Avery grimaced too, glancing around the room, trying to put a price on everything in there. Lyra surely had no insurance, and he'd only just got his job, he didn't either yet. His mind went to his Vegas savings, and wondered if there was enough there, feeling disappointed to blow it all on hospital bills. It was meant to be for finding them a better place one day.
"Well... well... maybe Patrick can help," he suggested. "He got you into this, he can help get you out."