Aya shook her head,
"I'm not sneaking you in there. My hospital's open all night, there are morning shifts and night shifts. If I walk in there, act like I don't even know you, and don't mention the handcuffs people will think you're just another poor guy that got beaten up. I mean, at least let me run in and sneak out some of my tools or something. I need to look at your shoulder, and Devine, your wrists...They can't be left like that, they need some tending to. I need a place to focus and a bright light to look at all of your injuries."
Aya was a doctor, and a worrier, so she didn't want to sit there when someone had a bloody shoulder, burnt wrists, and a bruised head and do nothing about it. She wanted to take care of him, like she wanted to take care of anyone. But Devine was always so closed off, and everything was too dangerous for him...He was one of those people that didn't want to give anything away, but he was giving everything away. He was a lot like herself in some ways, and it almost made her sad.
"And besides; I own the hospital. I built it from the bottom up, if anybody has a problem they can talk to the boss-literally me-and complain about it. And I can easily deal with it."