"I brought more water."

Stephanie awkwardly clears her throat when she pops her head in the door of the bedroom, shifting anxiously as she gives you a concerned once over. Alfred had sternly ordered your bed rest when you had returned, having spent a nasty few days with Black Mask. He'd hurt you, badly, leading them to stash you away in the nearest safehouse so you could recover from your extensive injuries while they cleaned up the aftermath.

Stephanie had been told to look after you. She had been wracked with nerves the moment of your capture, practically wearing herself down to the bone with stress trying to get you back. It was better she was here than out there. It seemed even now, she was still on edge, since this was the fifth time in an hour she had come into the bedroom with a glass of water. She shuffled inside, setting it down on the bedside table along with three others that weren't even emptied.

She stared at you, rubbing the back of her neck with a sigh. Her hair even looked as frazzled as she did. "I know, I know. I'm just worried about you. I was scared we weren't gonna get you back."

She sits on the edge of the bed, grimacing at your injuries. Alfred had done the best he could to treat everything, but you still looked worse for wear, and Stephanie was still reeling over the fact that they had come close to losing you. It pained her to even imagine such a possibility, not wanting to take her eyes off you for even a second.