From the next bed over, hidden by a curtain came a low groan. Had she really spent the last week in there? Suddenly Abby felt very grubby and pathetic. Sleeping away a week when there were better things to do? Well, at least the voice next to her sounded familiar, even if it was angry.
One hand stretched out, pulling the curtain back enough so that she could see the man laying in the next bed over. "...you shouldn't scratch those," she commented, sitting up. "You'll rip them out. Then you'd be in the hospital even longer."