Re-l shot him a glance and tugged the bandage on his arm particularly hard.

"I won't apologise for liking proof," she said coldly. The blanket fell heavily around her shoulders, and she was quite proud of not jumping. It was a beautiful blue, almost the same colour as her eyeshadow, and heavy and warm. THen she looked at his face. There was exhaustion there, and beads of sweat on his brow.

"Not that I'm not grateful," she said, "but you shouldn't have done that. Your body is trying to heal you, and it needs all your resources right now. I don't know what you were before, but there's no regeneration in these cells. They have to do things the slow way."

She knotted the bandage one last time, deciding that it was her inevitable fate to be surrounded by total idiots incapable of looking after themselves.

She sat down beside him, folded the blanket over her legs and sighed.

"What I want?" There were two answers to that question, but she was only willing to give one of them. "What I really want is Awakening. My gun. But I guess that falls neatly under complicated."