Hearing her name, Raleigh looks up, and she drops the crutches she's been holding up with a clatter. She doesn't care about the noise, doesn't care about any of it because for all that she'd reassured the hospital staff that no, really, she'd be fine, thank you so much, she can get home and she'd just rest and it'd be alright... she was anything but alright. She was anything but alright, but she wasn't alone any longer.

What he said sunk in, and she gripped his hand. It was all that she could do not to pull herself out of the chair and to him, to just give into her need to not be alone. He says he's sorry, and she can't even think what for - later, she'd wonder if he told someone her name, maybe, but right now... "No, no, don't be sorry. I'm okay."

That's wrong, obviously. What she means by it is I'm alive, but those words when meant with sincerity brought up just how much not being alive was an option. How close she'd come to being completely and utterly dead.

Her face just sort of crumples, and what she says - he's the only person in the whole town who would understand. "They found me." The words are hoarse, and her shoulders hunch because that means that this? This happened because she changed. Because she stopped hiding.