Julian hated hospitals. It was annoying enough to be stuck in one, when his body was used to regenerating wounds fast enough to never need this kind of care. But it couldn't repair damage inflicted by silver, so here he was.
Especially since he'd been brought in by a cop. He was a crime victim, so he was being given extra care, his own room, and regular check-ins. He still hadn't given any more information about his attacker, and despite what he'd mentioned to Sergeant Murphy, the new cops weren't hounding him for information. She must have left that out of her report. He was grateful for that, more than the card she'd given him with her contact information.
Still, he wasn't expecting someone to climb in through the window. Julian was sitting upright in his bed, gripping the IV pole in one hand, just in case the visitor wasn't friendly.
At the nervous smile and the question, he relaxed a bit. "I think so," he said, easing his grip. "But I'm not exactly upset about that. You know, most people would use the door." She was athletically built, lean and fit. The cargo pants hugged her well enough to show some nice curves, but not enough to inhibit movement. She was a riot of color in what was otherwise a dreary world of grays and whites. It made Julian smile.