"I'm kind of sensing a running theme here," Kat says, wry, though she offers him a small smile as he takes a seat beside her, more grateful for the implicit promise of company than she wants to say. Hospitals are miserable, though, and she already spent more time in one than she ever wanted to after the crash. To be doing so again now, under circumstances arguably even worse, is nothing she's the least bit pleased about, the intermittent cycle of doctors and nurses with their reminders of just how fucked she is not exactly proving to be helpful, save for the fact that she knows she'd be a lot worse off without them. "I mean, what, two weeks ago, I thought possession was impossible, and now I've seen it in both my sister and my mother."