By the time they'd reached the hospital, the adreneline that was driving Irina had worn off and now it was hard to even stay away. So here, safe among doctors and nurses and armed guards, Irina let herself drift off.
She woke a few times to voices, to nurses putting needles into her, to people checking charts. But there was something that kept her from surfacing for too long and her eyes always closed again.
When she woke properly she was in a hospital room with pale green walls and she rubbed at her face, feeling heavy and slow, a needled in the back of her hand and some sort of tube leading up to a clear bag beside the bed.
Upon trying to sit up a little she groaned and that was when she noticed the man sitting nearby. A second passed and she didn't know him, but then she remembered. He was the policeman. Irina swallowed against her thick throat.