Right... motel... wherever the fuck that is.
She carefully slid to one side, pulling herself away from Darry's unconscious body so she could stretch without waking him just yet. Her neck and back cracked some as she stood up, but other than that she was perfectly fine, something that she guessed she should be more thankful for. Checking the clock on the nightstand, she saw it was 9:30. Still pretty early as far as she was concerned, but that meant that she'd been in this place for more than three hours without figuring out where they were.
Sitting on the edge of the bed now, she looked back at where Darry was sleeping. She couldn't help but smile, seeing him curled up like he was a little kid again. At least he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, though after that dosage of tranqs she wasn't that surprised.
Remembering the first aid kit, she decided to take a closer look at it. Pulling it over next to where she was sitting, she sifted through its contents. It contained all the usual stuff, and then some. From bandages and various sanitizing ointments to heavy-duty bandages and even materials to stitch wounds shut. And that's beside the needle and tranquilizer dosages and the inhaler she found there (all matching Darry's prescriptions, of course). Whoever had left that kit in the room had left it for them, specifically. Someone here knew more than they were saying - hell, more than anyone should know. How could anyone know what Darry's meds were, never mind which room they were going to take? The thought that someone out there knew so much about them made Trish's skin crawl, and she shut the first aid kit with a shudder.
Turning to Darry, she forced her mind onto more important and immediate matters: namely getting her and her brother out of there. Before they could leave, they'd have to know where they were, why they were there, and how they'd arrived. For that, they'd need to talk with the others. Reaching over, she placed a hand on Darry's shoulder.
"Hey, Dar. Rise and shine, sweetie. We're at Gramma's."
She smiled warmly at him, hoping her teasing remark would help him to wake up in good spirits. The poor guy'd been through enough as it was.
[open to Darry]