Who: Kyle and Daryl What: A hospital visit Where: Virginia Mason Hospital When: Sunday (2/20) around noon Warnings: Biffle Bonding
By Sunday, Daryl's condition had significantly improved. Though walking still tired her, she was moving her hands with optimal dexterity. Nurses changed the bandages over her snakebite wounds, and promised to do so again before her discharge later that afternoon. She was being kept a few more hours for observation, to ensure that she was healthy enough to be released. Adam spent the morning with her, encouraging her as she drew pointless pictures and wrote out inane sentences to remind herself that she still had fine motor control. Her handwriting was a bit sloppier than normal, but the doctor assured her that she would grow more comfortable in the following days.
When lunchtime rolled around, Adam grew hungry. Daryl was still fine with her IV, uninterested in physical food. Thankfully, a visitor came that gave Adam the chance to get some lunch. He left soon after Kyle arrived, after they exchanged pleasantries, and soon left Daryl alone with the Chief of Police.
She hadn't seen Kyle properly - she had squinted at him once in between sleeping and waking in her hospital bed - since he had driven her to the hospital. She looked up at him, eyes wide, with a carefully arranged expression of neutrality on her face. "Hello," she said hesitantly, sitting up in her bed. She still wore the hospital gown that made her look like a twelve-year-old, her hair tangled and piled atop her head. What else was there to say?