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In the end, we don't even make it to the next morning in the hospital. We sneak out in the middle of the night like criminals, or something.
I don't mind. I want to get out of the hospital as soon as we can, and Sasha wanted to go under cover of dark, to make it harder for our enemies to track us.
There's some discussion of how to get Sasha from the car into the house, since he can't walk yet. He won't let anyone carry him, and when Miles suggests putting a wooden ramp over the stairs at the front to wheel a chair up, you can imagine how fucking well that goes down.
In the end, Sasha consents to Marco helping him limp up the steps, watchers be damned. Marco, who has insisted on staying here in the brownstone with us while we're still in the city, takes his nephew up the steps faster than he should have in my opinion, though not as fast as he should in Sasha's, so by the time we get into the house, there are a lot of sore feelings going around.
