"Oh, she told you about that? It's real. Her senses rewire and the input triggers the wrong section of her brain. It isn't hallucination. She told me music can look amazing." Sean ruffled Molly's already mussed hair.
"Soft classical is so beautiful, undulating waves of peace. I wish you could see it, or hear the colors, but not in a scrambled eggs way like me. I'll visit, Chelsea. The sea will cradle you, gently rock you to sleep. Wrong sea, wrong water, but good intentions for now." Molly waved her unbound hand.
"Looks like we're ready to march, spitfire. Hopefully they'll find something in your room that you can feel more comfortable wearing. Keep in mind when the medvac get's here they'll want access to your arms." IV's, how lovely. They'd likely cut whatever she wore off at the real hospital anyway.
Sean gave Lisa a wry look. "I'd rather be the tin man than the lion. HE had to wear pink bows."