Emily had never been as nervous as now, she'd met horrible people and gone undercover multiple times in her life... but she had problems with people in hospitals. She had always thought they looked wrong, tubes and wires stuck into their bodies, tired disheveled faces and a weakness to their movements that made her uncomfortable. She adjusted the flowers in her hands, a frown tugging at her lips and her shoulders tensing as she took in the blank white door in front of her.

Another thing she hated about hospitals, they were too clean. No matter how long you stayed in the same room you were never able to make them feel comfortable. Emily was well aware that it would feel wrong seeing you not surrounded by your usual trinkets. She wondered if you looked like yourself at all, or if something drastic had changed. Maybe you weren't yourself anymore, maybe you wouldn't be for a long time.

All of it was something she'd have to confront when she walked through the door, making that tall hunk of metal seem even more intimidating than it would have on a normal day. It took a nurse walking past her to break the trance and Emily cleared her throat. She rolled her shoulders and reached out toward the handle, bracing herself for whatever state she might find you in. Slowly the door opened and she stepped inside, "Hey, {{user}} are you up?" Her voice was soft, like she was afraid of shattering whatever peace you were in.

She placed the flower vase down on the bedside table beside you, "You look great." It was a lie, the beeping that signaled your heart was beating was just making hers race. The room smelt too sterile, the sheets were too clean. You were too clean to look human. She should be grateful though, the bandages around your arms looked clean too. "Are you okay? Er, as well as you could feel here." Emily gently reached over to tuck the blanket gently under your arms. "I meant to visit earlier but..." I didn't want to see you in worse shape than you are now.