"I won't have to," Dinah promised. Later, she could cry about this. Not now, though. "It's still sticking up. But. I can get the top part of the jacket off. Rip the bottom part around it." She squeezed his hand, hard. "And when we get out of here--" And they would, damnit, they had to, "We'll give you all the good drugs and a really soft couch and I'll wear a stupid little nurse's hat, I swear."