Relief swept through Joey when Sam said that she hadn't been too late and it wasn't like that; she'd never had real patients before without a medical doctor tailing her. If she'd made a poor decision to go for medical supplies instead of meeting up with Sam and sending him to get them and it had cost someone their life, she would have felt cripplingly awful.
"...wait," Joey said, having actually processed the rest belatedly. "What? She—"
Joey blinked and looked back at the door. "That's not...she has to eat; she has to be able to use the bathroom and sleep, Sam..." The reality of what he was saying was so foreign to Joey that it didn't even really process fully. What she got out of it was that Gretel was sick in a way Sam wasn't familiar with and he'd restrained her which meant she'd need constant care. "What am I missing?" she asked, looking down at him where he sat, because she had to be missing something, she thought; Sam didn't seem like the type that would just abandon someone in need like that...