Lydia smiled upon seeing the road, knowing that their freedom would be closer as she ran to cross it. Sudden lights beamed down on her causing her to freeze; a deer in the headlights. Just before the car mowed her down she snapped out of it, quickly diving to the side she was heading to. She tumbled a little down the shoulder, crying out a little as some rocks bruised her frail body, tearing the medical gown she called clothes. 

"Who the fuck almost runs over a kid?!" She growled to herself as she picked herself up, wincing as pain shot up her left arm. She couldn't tell from where she was but she knew the arm was either dislocated or broken. She really hoped it wasn't the latter. 

Hearing the voices calling out, she walked over to them, about ready to curse them out when she got a good look at them from the headlights. A man and a woman, probably married, were calling out into the darkness surrounding them. They seemed genuinely concerned and worried. She felt a twinge of regret for frightening them before walking over, holding her arm as she did. God she must have looked either pathetic or like an escaped lunatic. "I'm right here." She said.