"This is your second morning here," Ashling answered, smiling softly. "You've been a little out of it. Probably for the best, huh?" She was guessing he had needed it, and the staff probably wanted him to sleep through the first couple days as much as possible. The realization that he couldn't leave again could hit at any time, and if he just dozed through until it finally did hit it'd be easiest on his caregivers. No awkward questions. My, this place is making a cynic out of me, she thought, slightly dissatisfied with the idea. She'd always been an optimist, of sorts. She'd always hoped for the best and prepared for the worst, anyway.
"Do you feel up to walking?" she asked. "If you feel up to it you can go, no problem. You're not on bed rest anymore. If you feel too wobbly I'll get the bedpan. I'll have breakfast sent over, too." An appetite was good. Sometimes the pain meds killed it.