“How are you going to do this?” Frankie asked as he eyed Hannah like the dangerous, feral animal she was. She was now dressed in pastel pink colored nursing scrubs that were a few sizes too big. The uniform made her look more like a mental patient than a medical professional. “You can’t carry her over your shoulder all the way to New York.”
Michael rubbed his stubbled jaw and considered the situation carefully. He knew all too well that if he set her down on her feet, she would run. Any and every time he turned his back, she would be running. But Frankie was right, it would not be comfortable for either of them if he carried her like a log on his shoulder the whole way.
“What if you carried her on your back, piggy-back style?” Sarah suggested.
Frankie looked at Michael’s back
