“Stand up. We’re leaving.”

The medication slowed my thoughts, but not enough to miss his meaning. “Vincent, I can’t.”

His jaw tightened. “Don’t start arguing.”

“My legs are broken.” I glanced at the casts as I said it, almost believing that if he really looked at them, some trace of compassion might come back into his face.

“I know exactly what the doctors told you.” He leaned over the bedrail. “I also overheard the billing office talking about another payment. I’m done wasting money on this little show.” Show.

For a moment that single word hurt more than my ribs.