Rose watched Rachel for a moment, silent. She didn't believe that Rachel was fine. It just seemed too soon. Maybe she was just paranoid. Her arms were crossed over her chest, still, as she made her way closer to Rachel's bed. She seemed cautious, as though she were waiting for her guilt to attack her.
"Are you really fine?" Rose asked. "Or are you just saying that? A lot of people have tried to comfort me." And it was a little tiring. "It doesn't really help."