"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." She forces a small smile when he calls her his pastry angel, and her eyes well with tears that have her looking up at the ceiling because it seemed like she'd cried so much over the last few days that she'd never need to cry again... and yet there were more tears.

"I just... stopped in to see you - I've been released." That's a lie - she's forced them to discharge her, it's against medical advice and against good sense, but she can't just stay. She can't, because having to face the empty room, the We didn't even know you were gone - she couldn't do it. That, and the hospital bills.

"How're you feeling?"