Carrie was out of the room quickly. She put her gloves and her mask back on and practically flew through the halls. She made it a block out of the hospital before she couldn't stop herself. She came to a full halt, bend over and emptied her stomach onto the sidewalk. One gloved hand shot out against the brick of the building to hold her up. The other was around her middle.
When she was done, she took a deep breath and stood up straight. She felt a little better, but there was something very heavy resting on her shoulders and she felt a very strong wanderlust. She'd been scared and that never really agreed with her well.
With no real aim in mind, Carrie grabbed her bike and took off down the street. She needed to move. That was all she knew.