"Can I go now?" He was exhausted and he wanted to go home. "You can," the administrator told him. "The orderly will be here with your wheelchair shortly." "I'm not going in a wheelchair." No way. He was walking out of here with Horse and the nice guy from the restaurant. The administrator began fluttering. "Sir, hospital policy is a wheelchair to the curb." "I--" A commotion started out in the waiting area, and Jim frowned. Horse was out there. Dammit. He pulled back the curtain. "I don't care who you are, Jim's doctor has already cleared him. And I'm taking him home." Horse and Barton were standing like a pair of bulldogs, glaring at a guy in a white coat. "You'll be leaving AMA, do you know how dangerous that is?" the doctor was saying. Wait... "Horse! That's him! That's the dude living with Andy." The dude was distinctive, only because he looked weirdly like Tim Curry. Who really, was kind of creepy, so maybe James should have guessed something weird would happen. Horse grabbed the guy's arm.
