The moment she'd been told that someone was on the way for her, she'd asked if there might be any clothes she could borrow, since obviously none of her own things were in the small hospital room. She'd checked. Twice. The nurse had hesitated, but had eventually found her a spare pair of scrubs that would at least be better than the drafty gown she'd woken up in. She'd bring it back to the hospital, of course, once she got home and could change. She promised.

And there it was a waiting game, each minute feeling like hours as she perched on the edge of the bed, wondering who was coming for her. Family was all she'd been told, but that could mean so many things, it was hard to know what to expect.

What she didn't expect? A man to start walking into her room and then go still, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Did he have the wrong room? Or... was just just not expecting to see her, like this? Swallowing thickly, she sat up a little straighter and quietly asked, "Are you here for me? Do you... know me?"

How pitiful did she sound, the strain of hope in her words clearly giving away just how uneasy she was, how nervous and upset she'd become because of all of this. It didn't matter how many times people had tried to assure her that all of this was normal, that really didn't make it any easier to actually bear.