"They warned me that you might not remember very much right after the surgery." She replied with a tiny smile. It looked a little worn, it was obvious that she had been worried sick, but it was real enough. He was alive, conscious and talking, even if he was clearly a little out of it. "I guess they were right. And they sent me in, though I would've fought my way into here if I had to."

She took his hand in hers gently.

"I'm just glad to see you."

And there she was, basically forgetting that he probably didn't recognize her right now. Emotions got in the way of logic.