"So, let's go then," Theresa said impatiently. "Wait, we should go get everyone," Monty said with a frown. "How about we meet there in a couple of hours? All her family is going to be there anyway."
Fina was in her hospital bed, lying back on her pillows. The room, for the moment, was empty; her family had departed to go change and shower.
She looked up blearily from writing on a napkin, her warm brown eyes squinting before widening happily. “Cas, hey!”
She looked over at him with a small smile, leaning back again the pillows. “Not in a coma. That’s been nice. How are you?”
She blinked, frowning. “I don’t remember,” she confessed with a small sigh. “I just... I remember walking down the hall. That’s it.”
He stood up, folding his arms. "Well.. I wanted to. You're.." he paused, looking thoughtful and decisive about his words, "I find that you're better company than others."
She laughed, beaming at him. “Thanks, Cass. Nothing like a good old fashioned coma to make you admit that you’re friends with a loser, huh?”
A familiar look crossed his face as he pursed his lips. "You're not really a loser. I mean, you hang out with people like Sylas, Theo, and I. Unless that makes us losers too."
