[The wheels in her head are slowly turning. The drugs are still slightly in her system, which make her a little sluggish. But she's trying. There's a strong flight instinct that's telling her she needs to run. That this isn't the time to try and fight. Eddie's life may depend on it, especially if both Jason and the police department show up here. He's hurt enough as it is, she couldn't stand it if something else happened to him because he's trying to help her.]

There's a wheelchair over there.

[Glancing over to it, she lets out a breath and starts to move out of bed. The time to act is now, she reminds herself. Her legs are wobbly, but she reaches out for him to help steady herself.]

Grab a blanket, okay? I'll wrap up to hide the hospital gown. And you can try wheeling me out of here. Maybe no one will notice.

[That's very wishful thinking, but Chrissy generally is an optimist when she's not being terrorized by a monster that's trying to kill her.]