Hope had straightened up the bed and was looking at his collection of CDs and books when Iggy came back. "Man," she said, looking at his hand. Seeing his hand wrapped in ice like that reminded her that his injuries were pretty bad. "Can I see your hand?" she asked. She didn't have any medical training or anything, so she didn't know what she expected to be able to do.
"And cookies. Can I see the cookies?" A small smile tugged at her lips.