nod. “Will the ambulance fee be added with that?” I don’t know how the French medical system works. Janet frowns. “There is no ambulance fee. Didn’t you know that?” I shake my head. “No, but I…” I blink as I wrack my brain. The pub isn’t even close to this hospital, so how… “He carried you,” Janet says, a hand to her chest, like that night was emotional, even for her. “You were in his arms when he reached the hospital doors. He arrived about ten minutes before anyone else from the riot.” Tears well, and I suppress them as best I can. My voice trembles. “He ran here?”
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