"Um... well..." She winced, shifting slightly to face him more as he hung out next to her IV stand. Briefly she considered bravado, but couldn't find the reserve for that kind of bullshit, even though he looked so stiff and awkward, even though some kinda joke would probably make them both feel better. She was usually so funny when she was drunk, and surely she was still kinda drunk...?
"I dunno... 'm still... I feel like shit," she admitted finally, in a whisper, eyes only open because she needed to figure out what he was thinking about her, but struggling to keep them from dazed blinking. "Not even hot shit, feel my hand..." The chill in her fingers was taking a long time to warm up again, her blood pressure still low— rising, slowly, apparently, but still low.