Ann stifled a yawn as set hurried to move away a bundle of used bedding, it wasn't as if she hadn't been overworked in Pawnee some days at the hospital, but this was definitely more tiring, and a lot more stressful. She hauled the lot of them into laundry bin, returning with a fresh set, she'd only just started to get to the pillow cases when a voice from her bed next to her caught her attention.
“Oh- hi. I'm not sure that's the best idea-” Ann started uncertainly, there were constant requests from patients to go home, if they were well enough, this wasn't entirely new to Ann. It happened a lot back home, no one liked being in a hospital but most of the time she had to be firm about it, sometimes it was a little heartbreaking too. “But, you're certainly looking a lot better.” She smiled; and while she'd meant it innocently, medically even her brain suddenly alerted her to the fact it might have sounded weird? Did it sound weird? She didn't mean it that way, she added to it quickly. She snatched up the clipboard that had his information on it, gaze shifting between it and him. “I mean- in general. Your colour's back and- your eyes. They're less glassy.” He'd lost that glazed, out of focus look that patients either in recovery or dosed up on drugs tended to get.
“I'll at least need to check your vitals before I can send you home.” Ann hurried to move on. She could tell he was frustrated, most here were, but her tone wasn't really questioning, more just telling him because she'd already reached for the blood pressure cuff by the bed. “What exactly do you mean by healing yourself? You do know we've got all the good stuff here at the hospital?” She tried to make it sound a little light, as she assumed home remedies, or something along those lines when he'd said heal, Hawke had the Elfroot, perhaps Logan had something similar and if it was the case she wasn't going to let him go.