[The first sign that she was stirring came in a series of muffled coughs and a bit of shifting, Louise's brows furrowing slightly as she came to. Eyelids fluttering slowly open, her gaze was hazy as she blinked, getting acclimated to where she was and what was happening around her. Then, she began to feel keenly aware of another presence near her, and she turned her head to the right, attempting to focus on the figure in the chair.

JIM.

Her lips twitched in the vaguest of smiles as she spoke, her voice still thick and hoarse from the pain medication she was given.]

Surely you can't be comfortable sitting like that....'M surprised you're even here. Thought you'd've gone home ages ago...