[She likes him enough that she doesn't want him miserable.
So, she's pleased when he wakes, turning as she wipes her hands on a towel.]
Good morning. [What time is it, anyway? That's what throws her off most about being at the station. It's difficult for her to guess the time of day or night. Not a lot of time could have passed between being brought here and now, though. Or maybe it has?
Does it matter?]
It's not a pretty foot, but it's there.
[Claire steps over to him, lifting the blanket so he can see the foot-shaped ball of bandaging.]
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So, she's pleased when he wakes, turning as she wipes her hands on a towel.]
Good morning. [What time is it, anyway? That's what throws her off most about being at the station. It's difficult for her to guess the time of day or night. Not a lot of time could have passed between being brought here and now, though. Or maybe it has?
Does it matter?]
It's not a pretty foot, but it's there.
[Claire steps over to him, lifting the blanket so he can see the foot-shaped ball of bandaging.]
How are you feeling, Jim?