As they gathered Nina's things and prepared to leave, Danny pulled out his phone with shaking hands.
He stared at his father's contact for a moment before dialing.
"Dad? Dad, listen to me." Danny's voice carried a mixture of exhaustion and newfound hope.
"We're taking Nina to Memorial Children's Hospital. Yes, Memorial. I know, I know we can't afford it, but Alex... Alex arranged something. I don't understand it either, but they're expecting us."
There was a pause as Danny listened to his father's response, his free hand running through his hair in that familiar nervous gesture.
"No, Dad, I'm serious. Alex made some calls... Dad, I can hear it in your voice, you don't believe me, but I'm telling you this is real. We're leaving now."
Another pause, longer this time. Danny's eyes filled with tears as he listened.
"Just... just meet us there, okay? And Dad? Bring yourself some coffee and maybe a change of clothes. I think... I think we might be staying for a while."
