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As soon as he left, Lex closed the curtain back up, flung herself at the bed, and shook Driggs. “Wake up!” she half yelled, half whispered. “Driggs!”
His eyes fluttered. “Wha? Where are we?”
“Hospital.” Lex started unplugging the tubes in his arm. “I summoned it into existence, or I opened up a wormhole, or maybe a giant goddamn eagle showed up to fly us here and save the day—I don’t know! But we have to leave. Now.”
Driggs looked down at his chest. “I’ve got like fifty stitches here.”
“Your courage in the face of adversity is an inspiration to us all.” She pulled at his shoulders. “Now GET UP.”
The sound of hurried footsteps pounded through the smoke. Lex held her breath as the curtain swooshed open.
“She’s right,” Uncle Mort said to Driggs. “We gotta go.”
Driggs nearly fell out of the bed as Lex dropped him to go hug her uncle. “Where have you been?” she asked him.
“Where have I been?” Uncle Mort looked incredulous. “You never cease to amaze, kiddo.”
“Ow!” Driggs was doubled over. “Little help here?”
Lex ran back to his side. “Sorry.” She grabbed his torn-up hoodie from the chair, put her shoulder under his arm, and looked at Uncle Mort. “Now what?”
He nodded toward the exit. “We leave.
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