Yeah, yeah Lyra thought she probably did. She looked at him kinda sadly, and worn out, and sick, picturing instead how they'd been this morning before she'd left, and Avery's easy crooked grin and the way he looped his arms round her waist to pull her closer and how some of that might be kinda nice right now. Curling up against Patrick had made her feel a little better, and she was really getting used to falling asleep next to Avery.
But like, IV, nose tube, all that. Made things harder. Or at least awkward.
"Ah, nah, they got me," she said with a shallow sigh, lifting her free hand to rub across her face, trying to twist her mouth into a smile. "Just wanna go home, want our bed, so... 'less you can bust me outta here?"