It seems I am doomed to update once a year. This means we shall still be reading this in the nursing home.

It was surprisingly easy to leave the hospital. Evaluator was her lookout, flitting from camera to camera and whispering in her ear. She swallowed her fear and did as he instructed, and in a remarkably short time he had led her down a metallic, echoing staircase and into what she surmised was the front lobby.
“Stay here,” Evaluator hissed in her ear. She hugged the hospital gown closer about herself and did as he said.
The odd entity materialized outside in the rain, out of the desk clerk’s line of sight, and strolled in through the silent, automated doors boldly. Whitmore County Hospital was well-funded; the lobby was spacious and lush, tiled floor gleaming, walls softly shaded with calming, inviting colors. She remembered the stark white of her hospital room and wondered at the difference.
Evaluator made a bee-line for the desk, shoes clicking sharply on the tiles. The desk was massive and built of rich, dark wood. The clerk looked up as he approached.
“What can I do for you, sir?” she inquired. Evaluator cleared his throat nervously and said, “the department sent me over to escort the young lady from the research station.”
“Oh, yes, our mystery patient,” the girl said agreeably. “Let me check with the on-duty nurse to see.”
“Of course,” Evaluator agreed, and resisted the urge to straighten the uniform he had materialized in. He took comfort in the proximity of the computers and the escape they offered.
“Just a moment, officer,” the clerk said, and vanished into a back room.
“Hurry,” Evaluator whispered in his young charge’s ear, and she obeyed immediately. He whisked her out the glass doors and onto the rain-spattered sidewalk before the desk clerk could return, and blanked the security recordings for good measure.
“Come on,” he said to his companion, losing the uniform with a thought. “We’ll find you somewhere safe to go.”

Evaluator was an excellent guide. He never got lost and always knew where they should go, due to city computers with inadequate safeguards.
‘Somewhere safe’ turned out to be a disused storeroom in one of the inner-city public schools. The building was closed for the summer, but Evaluator could go anywhere with ease. The security system admitted them blindly.
The girl was stumbling with exhaustion, and Evaluator berated himself silently. Of course she had no stamina - a month of bedrest had robbed her of any strength she might have possessed. He hurried to support her, fearing that she could faint. She proved to be made of sterner stuff, and they made it without incident.
The hallways were pristine and empty, the classrooms bare of student decorations. Chairs and desks were stacked in every classroom. Everything was slightly dusty.
They had gone from soaked to merely damp by the time they found what Evaluator was looking for. The storeroom was empty save for a stack of gym mats piled haphazardly against the far wall. The gloom of the unlit building faded the bright primary colors of the mats to a dim grey, but they were recognizable.
“Stay here,” Evaluator said. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
He vanished, heading for the sickroom where there were sure to be blankets they could pilfer. He found them easily, thin white sheets folded into the closet, and pulled several out. The armful of fabric prevented swifter methods, so he turned and began to walk back to the storeroom.
She was already asleep when he arrived, curled into an ivory-furred ball on the stack of mats, coppery braids trailing gracefully over the edge. The hospital gown was wrapped securely about her thin body, providing scanty warmth but saving her dignity.
Evaluator gently spread the blankets over her prone form. It was highly unlikely that searchers would find them, but he made certain that the storeroom door was locked anyway.
He drew back ino the building’s system. He kept an eye on his young friend, and wondered dismally what he was to do.