It takes him all of four seconds to get out the door after Beverly calls him and Hopper curses the fact that he doesn't have a car. The cab driver doesn't seem like he's in any particular hurry and in the back seat, Hopper's fingers drum on his knee, his anxiety at peak levels until they finally reach the home and he's out of the door, barking instructions at the driver to stay here and wait for him.

The staff inside the home impress him even less and Hopper's impatience is clear, especially as they try to make excuses for what's happened. It wouldn't have occurred to him to blame them until this moment, until they start to explain to him what's going on, until they work to so clearly cover their own asses instead of worrying about Beverly, and then his expression turns colder still and he doesn't say another word until they finally let him sign her out. Whatever the hell they've done, she doesn't want to stay here and he sure as shit isn't going to make her.

"C'mon," he says as he leads her out the door, then pauses on the sidewalk for a moment before he nods toward the cab. "Of course, kid. I'm not gonna leave you somewhere you don't wanna be."