Images flashed through her mimd of what had happened before she'd been moved to the infirmary and she dropped her face into her hands groaning. "Of all the people it had to be" She muttered resentfully under her breath. Holding onto her side she runs her hands along the rough fabric of the bandages. Sighing again she twists her hands together in her lap her hair swung forward to hide her face. She fought to control her breathing and get a grip on the situation. The second thing was something she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with, she threw a glare at the sleeping turian, "Either i'm dead, dreaming or you're just a ghost here to haunt me" she whispers brokenly, furiously blinking her eyes when her vision began to swim. Two small tears hit her knuckles and she angrily wipes them away. Her arm hurt like hell but it was still attached which was a very good thing looking down she lifts the blanket up to check her leg. The bullet must not have been very deep, she flexxed her toes and moved her leg up slightly. Her movements sent a ripple of pain up her leg. She looked around the room again she wasn't in the Intensive Care Unit, which was a blessing it'd be easier to sneak out.
She slowly pushed the blanket off and she gingerly swung her legs off the side of the bed shooting nervous glances at the sleeping turian in the chair. She winced as her bare feet hit the floor and she let out a small gasp. Panicking her eyes flew to the turian her whole body froze in that position. Her heart was stuck in her throat and the silence seemed to roar in her ears. After what seemed like an eternity she slid off the bed, looking at her arm she removed the wires in her arm. She padded to the door as silent as she could be, the door whooshed open silently as she peeked out into the hall. Cursing to herself she slid back into the room. Nurses where all over the hallway. "no getting out that way" she muttered to herself quickly looking around the room she realized she had a window, it would be a tight fit but she didn't really have much of a choice at the moment. She soo didn't want to be there when her parents showed up and the conversation with... him wasn't something she wanted to have. If at all, she moved to the window and started to open it slowly. And sighed the window was out too, unless she wanted to take a concrete swandive. "Finally realized you cant get out?" She whirled around one had reflexively reaching for her side arm or would have been had she been wearing it. Crossing her arms over her chest she swallows hard and looks away pointedly refusing to look him in the face. His voice had become deeper, rougher like whiskey but it was still smooth like chocolate and it washed over her like an ocean wave. She struggled to keep from drowning in him, and the urge to throw herself at him. "I'm surprised Eri, Its not like you to be so quiet" The arrogance was still there, and that cock sure attitude made her fingers itch but whether it was because she wanted to punch him or strangle him was up for debate. He'd gotten up from his chair and he towered over her now she still refused to meet his gaze she wrapped her arms around herself.
She wished she had her uniform on or at least had her side arm on her, despite the hospital outfit she felt naked and vulnerable. Questions and accusations flew through her mind, and she opened her mouth to speak only to find the words lodged in her throat. Finally she managed to croak out "I dont talk to dead men Cen" Cen placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. Her eyes where bright emeralds unshed tears making them sparkle. The naked emotion unsettled him she'd always been good at hiding her feelings. She looked like hell, she was severely underweight and it looked as if she hadn't slept in a couple months. Her cheeks were guant, hollow and her hair was stringy, and lay limp against her face. When it used to cascade down her shoulders, a honey brown waterfall but now she almost looked like one of the husks from the old vids minus the hardware packaging.. "Eri.. I wan-" he began but was cut off when her hand cracked across his cheek. "Don't," her voice cracked and trembled so far from its usual tones he refused to rub the spot she'd hit. He deserved it and more, he braced himself for another swing but was suprised when she collapsed against his chest her thin frail shoulders shaking as she clung to him. With a sigh he gently wrapped his arms around her shivering frame and held her close resting his chin on her head. He struggled to ignore how every fiber of his being screamed that something was wrong, someone else had touched her.. hurt her. She pulled away quickly rubbing her arm her motions are short, and jerky. "I think somethings wrong" she begins to pace back and forth her emotions where going haywire and her skin itched. She scratched hard at her arm her nails leaving deep gouges in the pale flesh.