Stella still keeps a tight grip on Ari with her left hand and fills out paperwork with her right hand. She answers questions from the nurses and the doctor when he pokes his head in after what feels like forever to her. She answers questions in two different languages. The paperwork feels endless. Finally they get her father moved to semi private but still cramped room. She instantly snags the two chairs provided for both beds for herself and Ari. Even though she would rather be sagging against him then just settling for holding his hand while they wait for her father to come around. She sighs, rests her head on his shoulder, her coal colored hair providing an interesting contrast to his fiery red. Her eyes feel like lead, his breathing not helping her stay awake.