St. Louie's Hospital was four blocks from the club.Derek knew the route, he'd responded to an incident near here two years ago, a gas leak in a restaurant that had sent six people to emergency. He remembered the street layout, the width of the pavements, the small wooded area that separated the hospital's service road from the main approach. He'd filed it away the way he filed away all environments he moved through automatically, without deciding to.He was filing it away again now, for different reasons.Erin was conscious enough to hold onto him but not enough to walk. He had her against his chest, one arm under her knees, her head against his shoulder. She smelled like the club alcohol and expensive perfume and something underneath both that he recognized as just her, the particular human fact of her that three years of marriage had made familiar."Derek."Her voice was slurred but present."I'm here," he said. Not warmly. Just factually."Do you still—" She stopped. Started again