The joke about her mother made her laugh gently. "Luckily, we have a few other things to do than butt into patients' personal lives." She winked, opening up Helena's file and pulling out a pen. Glancing at the monitors, she began to jot down her heart rate and temperature, along with her breathing rate and oxygen saturation. It was fairly routine work, and she looked up as Helena spoke.
"I'm glad to hear they're working!" she chirped with a smile. However, she sobered as Helena mentioned the pain. Pursing her lips momentarily, she glanced down at the chart. "Well, we'll try to get you home soon," she said, glancing over the list of medications she was on. "I'll talk to Dr. Torres about maybe upping your morphine. You need to get a full night's sleep."
She paused, briefly recalling seeing Helena as she came in the first night. She was with what seemed to be the worst patient currently in that hospital. "Your..." She paused, unsure of what he was to her. "Friend? That was with you when you came in? Will he be able to help you when you go home? I didn't see him, as a patient, so I'm not sure if he was badly injured, too. But you're going to need some help at first, especially making sure you can keep up with your medications. Sometimes after injuries like this, you come in and out of sleep, and it's important to make sure that you maintain your regiment."