I heard the cops when they were still a few blocks away—I didn’t think I would’ve been able to if I was still human.
How did James know they were going to bring me to the hospital? I didn’t think I looked malnourished; if anything I looked better now than I did upon my arrival there. Maybe I was muddy and wet and cold, sure, but it was nothing resting in a hotel room overnight couldn’t fix. I could take a hot shower or run a steaming bath, make myself cheap hotel coffee then curl underneath the blankets after.
Would they need to run tests? Maybe that’s what James meant. I was impulsive, and both he and...Zacharias seemed to know that. James probably configured I’d blurt out something ambiguous that would need further physical examining. I still had no clue what I was going to say to them
