She relaxed ever so slightly at his words. Lois was fine. Good. And Dick... He would live. That was the important thing. Injuries they could deal with, they could recover from. But not death. She knew, now more than ever, just how permanent death could be. Not everyone got a second chance. She'd seen both here, people who survived or were brought back, and people lost for good.
Her friends wanted to see her, and she did want to see them, too. Wanted to reassure them that she was all right. At least, she was pretty sure she was all right. Waking up, being patched back together, those were good signs weren't they? But she needed a few minutes. Needed to put herself together if she was going to convince anyone she was fine. In fact, she was grateful it was Guy there when she woke up. She didn't need to pretend in front of him. She could drop her guard, be weak if she needed. And just then, she truly needed.
He was right, though. Martha needed to be made aware her patient's progress was changing. She winced at the thought. Notifying Martha didn't just get her her friend, it also got her a doctor. One who would poke and prod with tests and exams. Which would likely hurt. Sighing, she nodded. "I suppose." She wasn't looking forward to this. She also wasn't looking forward to him leaving. Those final thoughts before she'd slipped off into blissful unconsciousness had been of him and where they stood and how screwed up her life really was but how much better it was with him.
And she couldn't help herself. "Wait," she said, softly but as urgently as her voice would allow. "No. I...it can wait a moment. I just..." The timing was all wrong but she didn't even know for sure if she was out of the woods now. What if she didn't get another chance like this one? "I need to tell you something. Just... Just in case."