"He's not a failure," Jaime shot back hotly, too stressed and too tired to care about schooling her emotions. So what if Faith figured out what half the fucking hotel knew already? That she was ridiculously harboring some stupid crush on a guy who ... was too old for her and would probably laugh - politely, of course - if he ever found out. She watched Faith walk away, her jaw clenching before she dropped her attention to Mal.
Not a lot of what he said made any sense to her. She caught her name though - or something that sounded like her name - and she shook her head. "Just ... relax," she said. "It's all over." She wanted to push his hair back or just touch him, but she didn't think they really had that kind of relationship. Nevermind she was still gripping one of his hands, which she realized only when she started to move it to stroke his hair.
Flushing, she released his hand and eased back so she wasn't quite so hunched over his bed.
She should probably leave, anyway, right? He was awake, so one of the doctors would come take care of him, and she'd just be in the way ... funny how that wasn't quite enough to motivate her to leave.
Simon exhaled when he saw Faith getting out of bed. He thought he should stop her, tell her to sit back down until he'd had a chance to look at her, but he was also under the impression she wasn't the sort that was really going to listen to him.
So he watched her approach, lifting his brows slightly. "Should you be up yet?" he asked. It was his responsibility to look after his patients, even if he had more patients than hours in the day at the moment.
... well, not quite, but it was starting to feel that way.