Alex pulled the car beneath the overhang outside of the main doors, unsurprised to see people waiting. She put the car in park so Richard could get Brooklyn out, got out and jogged around the other side. She supposed she should park the car, but that could wait. There was a scared, traumatized kid that was the priority at the moment.

Brooklyn clung to Richard tightly and nodded against the shoulder she'd buried her face in. "Are they gonna put needles in?" she asked in a scared whisper, peering out hesitantly at the faces of the people waiting on them to see who and what they were, police officers or hospital workers. "Is it gonna hurt?"