Re: Later that day...
"Thanks," she repeated, unsure of what else she could possibly say. "That's nice of you." The frozen dinners would be a step up from the hospital food, though the doctor said she would be able to leave in the morning. They couldn't find anything physically wrong with her aside from a few cuts and scrapes that had apparently been tended to before she'd even arrived. She would heal them completely when she left.
Wanda hadn't been able to bring herself to tell the medical staff what had happened to her. How did you even begin? They all probably thought she was some messed up junkie and her silence wasn't helping to dispel there. Any day she expected to see some tabloid blaring a headline about the drug-using Scarlet Witch. Maybe she'd get lucky, maybe the staff wouldn't tell. Maybe she was just being paranoid anyway, surely someone else told them the hallucinates had been forced upon her. That was almost as bad- that painted a picture of her as weak and incapable, a useless member of the Avengers who could not even protect herself. Wanda hated the true version of events more than her own imagined lie. She hated being powerless.