Oh, she wanted to see a doctor. She wanted a nice nurse to pat her hand and give her ice cream. She wanted money to pay for the hospital visit. She wanted to not feel like her body was on fire, and she wanted to not have an apartment full of bugs, and she wanted to not have some crazy person trying to kill her and she wanted a pony, but damn it, sometimes you can't have what you want. If she went to the hospital, they'd probably call her father back in Clark County and he'd show up like angry father magic and whisk her back to back roads hell, and then she'd never find out what her friggin' destiny was or why, even after all of this, she couldn't stop thinking about a stolen kiss under flickering lights.
But she couldn't verbalize all of that, so instead she just shook her head like a frightened child, although the way her shoulders sagged pretty much signaled defeat. "Just don't tell my dad, please ..." She would have added more, tried to explain, but she found that her one good eyes was having trouble focussing, the lid sliding to half-mast. "He just ... he wouldn't get it." That last a mumbled addition. What was there to get about a box of bees, or anything else in this building? they didn't even have a landlord. It didn't make any damn sense.