"You’re alive. Now. If you stay here, I can keep you alive for a day or two for sure, maybe longer if we’re both lucky. If you go to a hospital, a real hospital, they’ll be able to put you back together properly, and odds are you'll live. But"—her voice grew harsh again—"if you think you’re going to be able to walk out of here, forget it. You’ll make it to the front door— maybe —before your heart stops, and that’s only because you’re a tough motherfragger." The diminutive doctor pulled her hand back from the big man’s grip, and glared down at him.