Yes.

Deciding it best to play it safe. You ditch the motorcycle at a shopping center about two miles from the bar. With a quick look around the lot, you decide to take an ordinary looking sedan, not sure exactly when you became such an expert at auto theft. As you arrive at the doc’s office you realize Misty isn’t conscious. You quickly hobble around the car, pull her out of the door, and shake her, “Misty, wake up.” You yell into her face, hoping she is still alive. She opens her eyes and you pick her up despite the protests from your wounded side, back, and leg. Crashing through the door somewhat clumsily you call out to the doc, “I need help here.”

His assistant is the first to reach you and she takes Misty from you. The pain and stress breaks you at that point, but thankfully there is a table there for you to lean on and you are able to stop yourself from hitting the floor. “Put her over there, and help me with Nightshade.” The doc tells his assistant as he takes your arm.

You shrug him off fighting the pain, “No. Help her first, if she dies I can’t pay for any of this.”

“Yeah but if you die I loose all of your future business.” The doc replies, trying to lighten the mood a bit. But he only checks your pulse, and apparently decides you are well enough to leave alone while he attends to Misty. “At least put pressure on anything bleeding.” He adds tossing you a roll of gauss.

A groggy hour or so later you are amazed at how much better you feel when he finally finishes fixing both of you up. “She isn’t going to wake up for at least 8 hours or more, she lost a lot of blood. I would insist you stay here if it wasn’t for the fact that I would rather not have anyone find you here.”

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?”

Almost as if he knows how much you have left he simply states, “$4000.”

“Sure here.” You say with a little laugh, and hand over the rest of your cash, “Easy come, easy go. Thanks. I better get her out of here.” He nods in reply and you are as careful as you can as you pick her up and take her outside. Parking the stolen car in an alley about a half a block from your place, you hoist her up and take her to your place to sleep the day away, opting not to deal with turning her over till nightfall. Once inside you put her in bed, strip her down and pull the covers over her, and cuff her hand to the bedpost. Satisfied, you then strip down yourself and climb in beside her not really caring if it is a good idea or not. No sooner than your head is on the pillow, you are out like a light.