"How did they know where we were?" He sat up, finding it hard to be still while she worked to unlock his left leg. She shrugged. "They knew you were at the cabin in the woods. They've been watching that place like crazy. So were we. I hear you really tore it up."

"I had help." It had never felt so good to be out of bed before. "Thanks, Care Bear."

"You're welcome." She motioned toward the curtained area where Bella lay. "Now let's get her." Max pulled back the drape and froze. He hadn't seen Bella since before the accident. Well, during the accident, really. The stitched-closed gashes on her head and face came courtesy of the passenger window. Or the former passenger window, if he wanted to be technical. The shards had rained over them, and he'd seen her blood hang suspended in the air for a split second before it splattered across the dash. The bruise across her neck and upper chest bore an uncanny resemblance to a seat belt. He didn't want to think about what the lap belt had done to her. The black eyes were unexplainable, but probably had something to do with her smashed, slightly out of shape nose and the tape across the bridge of it. Her right leg—the one closest to the point of impact—was bracketed by some weird metal contraption.

"It's an external fixator," Anne cheerfully explained as she lowered the side rails. "That takes me back to my last assignment. I fell the equivalent of sixteen stories out of a hot air balloon. Ended up with metal screws in my pelvis. Good old Movement medicine. They were thinking up things like that long before real MDs were."

"How are we going to get her out of here?" There was an IV in her right arm and a catheter tube taped to her leg.

"I have a wheelchair in the car. You'll have to carry her that far, if you can." Anne untied the catheter bag from the rail and grabbed the IV bag from the pole. She tossed them onto the bed between Bella's legs and pulled the bottom sheet free. "I guess scoop her up and carry her. That's probably our best bet."

"I think you're right." He leaned over Bella and pressed his lips to her forehead, trying not to smell the blood in the cut over her eyebrow. "Wake up, baby. We gotta go."

"Go where?" she mumbled sleepily, a smile slowly spreading across her face. Her drowsy eyes shot open as she remembered their circumstances. "How did you get free?"

Anne stepped closer, touching Bella's arm. "You're not safe here."

"With the Movement? Do not be absurd." She looked to Max. "Tell her. Tell her what is going on."

"She knows what's going on." He checked over his shoulder, sure that at any moment Grizzly Adams, M.D., would come in and shut down their whole operation.