"Yeah, yeah whatever. Such a sad-sap life," said the girl. After their eyes connected, she still followed him with hers. Seeing his pain almost made her sad, he reminded her a lot of when she first got there. Her own, "I have to go, I have things to do" attitude sinking seemed similar in a few respects to his. Although, his was more playful. Maybe he wouldn't lose his like she did hers, which left in less than a week of her stay.<span style="font-style: italic">Too bad he's broken too, he could've been something useful out there,</span>she thought.<br/><br/>She observed when Lana came in, and she felt the look over to her a bit rude. Like somehow<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>caused that. Please, the poor boy was in enough pain as is. She smirked at his scolding. As much as he liked to light up a room, it seemed only natural for him to get taken down a peg. Ha, what a joke.Then Lana moved to her. She was one of the newer, nicer nurses who didn't fear Katrina. And she didn't like that one bit. She blamed it on being new to the field.<br/><br/>"I like it alone. Then I don't have to deal with people's family. Although, no one has come for him yet...," noted Katrina. Her eyes followed Lana over to Hayden. He was really busted up when he came here. And he had no one, so it seemed as of yet. But bonding over being attacked sounded too much like a stretch.<span style="font-style: italic">Who really would want to hash it out over who was attacked worse? Like, "Wanna play a game? It's called whose life is worse." Ha, what a friggen joke,</span>thought Katrina. Ugh, but those caring eyes when she came back, full of hope and happiness and no hatred at all. Maybe it was just a show and Lana had a terrible life outside of the hospital. Katrina was banking on that. As Lana left, she yelled, "How can this be a good thing?! The dude doesn't even know what the hell happened to him!"<br/><br/>She pressed the inhaler into her lips to intake the medicine. What a pain that was. Not as bad as the first time though. She looked over to Hayden again. He looked to be in thought, or something along those lines. Maybe he was remembering his attack, or possibly a sweet childhood memory. She didn't seem to care which. However, midway through his expression took a turn. Something scared him within his dream or memory. Not. Good.<br/><br/>She sat up, her body aimed to look at him. His pained expression feel to look at her. She shook her head. "Bad memory?" asked Katrina. "Don't feel sorry about it. They make us who we are. Whether or not they're happy-go-lucky like you seem to be. Or evil like me. Just making sure you aren't dead yet. I'm not done with you." A smirk appeared on her lips at that last line, which wasn't originally where she was going to end. However, talking extensively does the same as yelled. And with no breath left, all she could do was wheeze until her breath came back.