She watched him unhook himself from the machines, thinking he must be daft. That had to be it, right? Because no one in their right mind would unhook themselves from these things unless they were stupid. But then, she must be stupid too as she found the idea oddly appealing. Grant it, she had thought about leaving many times, but she always figured she'd die beyond the white stained walls. She couldn't help but want to slap him as he said she shouldn't yell at him. She always did what she damned well felt like.<br/><br/>She almost laughed at the fact he pointed to the ventilator. She would've if she had the breath. She watched him as she thought back to when she herself was on one. To be completely honest, she yanked hers out just like he did to his. Of course, in her case, her heart bottomed out and she had completely crashed.<span style="font-style: italic">God, what is this idiot up to now?</span>she thought as her picked up her chart. She didn't seem to care so much about that.<br/><br/>Finally, her breaths became normal as she sat back up, facing the ebony haired male. She was far too weak to push him off the bed, so instead she crossed her arms at him. Her eyes locked with him as she glared, hoping to wipe the smile off of his face. She asked, "Why the hell should I tell you?"<br/><br/>Then, she paused. She realized she could probably manipulate the poor guy into doing what she wanted. Leaving for her was a big risk, but for him? He could just walk out the door and be fine. Her mind toyed with the idea for a moment as she grew to like it more and more. "Well if you insist," she began, her fingers moving over to where the hole in her chest used to be. She traced over it through the cloth. "I was attacked. Mugged, for everything I had. Wasn't much. Capped me in the chest and left me for dead."