Helena caught the gentle reprimand and nodded, the embarrassment still tugging at the corners of her smile. The last bit made her laugh and add, “It’s a small wonder, then, that my mother never became a nurse.” She shook her head slightly as she realized she was doing it again, quietly skirting the subject at hand in favor of polite and idle conversation. They’d be at this for days.
“It… It hurts, but not as bad as…” Not as bad as actually gaining the injuries itself, but Helena’s story at the hospital was that she remember anything that happened to her. Best to feign ignorance than to try to explain what had happened. “I keep trying not to accidently twitch my legs but it happens, and that’s not a fun feeling. At least I know they’re still working.” She took a breath as she tried to think of all the things that were bothering – in the medical sense, that is – and found it took a little time. Suddenly now that she was being asked what was wrong, her mind blanked, as if she never had an ailment in her life.
“I’ve been dozing a bit all day but not for very long. An hour at the most before the pain keeps waking me up. I think it’s going to be an uphill battle getting some real rest tonight but I’m trying. I wouldn’t mind going home as soon as possible.” Not that she felt she’d manage her pain much better at home; she’d probably be even worse straits. But it was still home, and after being away from it for so long, she was eager to return.