She was groggy from the nigh-constant dosages of pain medication and muscle relaxers to keep her comfortable, but she wasn't asleep. It was still a bit of a jarring startlement though, to hear his voice, to see him again. Her brain hadn't quite fully processed the fact he was alive after all, not past all the drugs in her system. Still, she supposed sooner or later, it would stick.
A small part of her felt guilty that she didn't want to be involved in whatever party was going on downstairs. Although the doctors had told her not to worry, that the lack of feeling, the lack of response from her nerves was far more likely caused by swelling and pressure than by anything truly permanent, it still scared her.
"Thank you," she whispered, the lack of talking in the last few hours making her voice crack a bit from disuse.