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Sometimes it feels like she’s got a revolving door on her room. Between her family and the club and people she works with at the hospital, she feels like someone is always walking in right as someone else is walking out. Which is fine, she’d rather have the company than be alone but seeing Ollie come through the door is maybe one of her favourite visitors she has had so far and she can’t help but smile when he walks in. “Hey stranger,” she calls out a greeting, shifting to sit up just a little straighter despite the way her torso protests the movement. She takes a half second to check him over, frowning at the banged up state of him before crinkling her nose. “They gave you one of the cheap slings,” she points out with a roll of her eyes, as if that’s the important thing here. Her features soften, voice coming out quieter when she talks again. “I’m glad you’re okay.”











