If Rosalie had been thinking straighter, she might have realized what Shane was asking exactly and at least tried to make sure that Trenton didn't end up dead. But he didn't seem as angry anymore so she didn't say anything, instead trying to count back. "More than twenty-four hours?" She knew that much at least, even though it came out sounding like a guess. It was after daybreak now and they had gotten here not more than a couple hours after midnight yesterday. She shrugged but shook her head at him, swearing soft and breathlessly in French when the movement made her head spin again.
"I'm staying until I can at least talk to her," she insisted, a thread of resolve pushing its way through the hazy fatigue. She had to talk to her. Because Boyd wasn't taking care of herself without them and she had almost died and Rosalie hadn't even seen her since. What had happened hit close enough to home that even if it had been a complete stranger in the hospital room, she would have stayed until she could at least see for herself that they were alright. "I'm fine."