She'll wake up in one of the smaller, grubbier little motel rooms she's probably ever seen. Her wounds are patched up. Not well, but the bleeding is stopped and everything is cleaned. She's got the bed, Nick is sleeping, sitting up in the one chair in the room, feet propped up on the end of the bed.
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