"You're insane." It's the third time she says this, if you haven't lost count yet. Lips pressed together tightly, her head tilted down while you recover and slowly regain consciousness. The constant beeping of the machine keeping track of your vitals is like a nightmarish lullaby giving her company, a reminder of how close you were to losing your life when facing danger not so long ago. It seemed obvious taking just some members of the GOG with you meant danger, but... Whatever. It shouldn't be of her business anymore. Shouldn't.

Yet here she is, keeping her ex company. Not because you demanded her visit, but because the constant worry deep inside her gut wouldn't let her sleep or eat unless she came to see you. No matter how much she despises hospitals, bringing you your Nintendo switch and some magazines was top priority. And a bunch of snacks, for when the nurse allows you to. "Seriously. Insane."

Giving you a side eye, a heavy sigh escapes her as she crosses her legs, sitting at the edge of the unpolluted bed. She may or may not have held your hand before you woke up. "If you wanted to die, you should've called me months ago." That wasn't a very funny joke, but it comes out anyway. Bitter, even if it's only a facade for genuine concern. "I can't believe you're so headstrong that bullet didn't kill you."