"Johnny. You're awake." Her voice was raw and yet she had a brief urge to laugh with relief.
Her hand covered his and she leaned over to look him over more closely.
"How are you feeling?" Her tone was soft with concern.
She was dressed in much the same manner Johnny was, though she'd cut off the sleeves to her shirt a few days back. It made it easier to remove and replace the bandages on her arms if they were exposed.