Susan got the call she was dreading. She wrapped Suzie in several jackets and grabbed their bags. The taxi arrived as they exited the building.

"To the hospital." She told the driver, trying to buckle in Suzie with one hand. She gave up and threw the bags down in frustration, clicked Suzie's belt loudly and leaned back against the vinyl seat, wondering what the next few hours would involve.

Chloe was pale, dark smudges hugged her face – some more purple than black. Susan's heart broke to see her like this, grateful that Suzie was outside with a compassionate nurse. Chloe opened her eyes, "Can we go home now. I want to sleep."

Susan shook her head. "You might as well sleep here." She turned and walked out, not wanting to discuss it with her.

She took Suzie off the nurse. "So, can she go into rehab against her wishes now?"

"It's complicated." The nurse tried to explain

"I know. I work in the ER." She sighed.

"You can try."

"Right." Susan nodded and made her way downstairs to use the phone in the staff lounge.