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compare to the frost gripping her heart.
She slips on her boots and bolts toward
the front of the building. It's a risk. Even
at this time of night, she could be seen,
but with one small security post and one
guard, she has to believe that the chances
of that are slim. The front exit of the
hospital is closest to the main road into
the city. She could wave down a
sympathetic driver.