Stan had visions of Allison sending out for another man to fill the trio on Red Flight. He wrapped the blanket tighter around him.
“Get my clothes,” he ordered.
“Get an officer,” the head nurse snapped to an orderly.
Stan knew it was time for action. He swept the blanket ends off the floor and dived down the hall with the nurses running after him. A doctor came out of a room, looked at Stan, then ducked back quickly. Stan bounded down a wide stairway and out through a pair of open doors. People stared at him as he rushed up the street in his bare feet looking for a cab.
On a corner he bumped into two bobbies. They closed in on both sides of him.
“Easy, my man,” one of them said. “Easy, now. We’ll see you safe back to your bed.”
“Fine,” Stan answered. “Get me over to Merry Flying Field as quick as you can.”
The bobbies looked at Stan then exchanged glances. He looked perfectly healthy and very powerful, though he was a bit pale and had a wild look in his eye. They nodded their heads.
“I’m from Red Flight over at Merry Field. Get me there and the Flight Lieutenant will vouch for me,” Stan urged as he looked down the street and saw an ambulance rocking around a corner.
The bobbies were satisfied that this young giant was crazy and they had better humor him. They shoved him through the curious crowd that had formed on the corner. Within a few minutes he was seated in a cab bowling across the city.