"Lie down or I will report you," the head nurse said severely. "You are sick."
"How long do you think it takes me to get over a bath?" Stan shot at the nurse.
"You'll be here two weeks," the head nurse informed him.
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."