A very good thing Pete warned him. The still didn't stop Vegas from wondering exactly how high on medicines he was to see her fingers glowing like that. Those dark eyes followed everywhere her hands went, half expecting a knife to his gut. If Kinn wanted him dead, there was no one to stop him. But, if Kinn wanted him dead, he probably wouldn't have gone through the trouble of sending an assassin disguised as a doctor.

Vegas swallowed, then wet his lips. He was still tense about all this, but at least getting out of the strange hospital would be a step up.

"It only hurts if I move too much." If he's still, if he keeps his breath even, he can almost forget that organs had been punctured and that he'd nearly bled out on the ground of the main family's estate. To Pete, he nodded, using his arms to push himself completely, if slowly, upright.