[ Sometimes it's nice to be understood without needing to say something, and sometimes - sometimes it's the exact opposite of what you want, even if it might be what you need.

Her dislike of hospitals isn't entirely rational, particularly here where her identity being known isn't likely to lead to her immediate arrest anymore, but there's still enough of it that it would in some ways be detrimental to a healing process to be in one. Stress is not an effective medicine. ] Please, even distracted by everyone panicking there's no way he would have gotten me down an alley without hitting me on the head. [ Not really an answer, but painkillers do tend to do that to her. Make things slightly more unreal and distant, the things she says just slightly out of touch. And no matter how much she regrets having killed again, she'd still far rather it was her than him. ] I can move it mostly. Not the ring finger. See? Told you I'd be good. And you were worried about me dying, oh ye of little faith. [ Words just a little slurred. She's stopped bleeding, therefore she would like to submit to the jury that she is totally fine now. ]