Rachel couldn't help her eyes falling closed at the drugs pumping through her. Good news was that she was going to get out of this without any serious, chronic injuries. Bad News was that she was going to be paranoid about driving, and the injuries that she did sustain would be constant reminders of what happened while she healed.
She nodded once, gave his hand a little squeeze, then released it. "I love you," she whispered, and fell into something between unconsciousness and sleep--a drug induced haze.
Out in the hallway, after the police officers walked by, a nurse passed by and turned into Rachel's room to check her monitors. She didn't see Kevin hiding behind the door, nor did any of the other staff see him slip into the other driver's room.
The other driver was in much better shape than Rachel was. He'd been intoxicated at the time of the crash, so his body went limp. He had a head wound that had been bandaged up, and a brace on his wrist, but was otherwise unscathed. He was laying in his hospital bed with a handcuff holding him there.