You don't have to worry about me, okay? I know how to hide.
Got real good at it, growing up.
[When you grow up in a hospital, you get good at "hiding." At burrowing into yourself, curling up in the corner so that no one sees. At getting the window open and sprinting into the woodland, burying yourself in leaf litter so that when the doctors come tramping after you with the beams of their flashlights sluicing through the night, you can last hours before they find you.]
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Got real good at it, growing up.
[When you grow up in a hospital, you get good at "hiding." At burrowing into yourself, curling up in the corner so that no one sees. At getting the window open and sprinting into the woodland, burying yourself in leaf litter so that when the doctors come tramping after you with the beams of their flashlights sluicing through the night, you can last hours before they find you.]
[He knows how to hide.]
...so who hides you?