Smiling at Ethan's kiss to her forehead, she let the only eye which seemed to be working properly open itself up to take in the scene. Her vision was blurry for a few seconds but a few blinks and staring intently at her friends helped to clear the fogginess. The room was bright and already she could tell she was in the hospital. That and the constant beaping going around her from the various IV's and wires stuck in or on her body. "I got some punches in too, you know. I am not merely a helpless little babe," she whispered before she went into another fit of coughs. Her throat burned like no other but her memory helped her in finding out why it felt this way. Jace had tried to pin her against the wall earlier and managed to squeeze enough to make her throat ache even now.<br/><br/>Licking her parched lips, she nodded to everything. "Water," she croaked as she cleared her voice over and over. She hated not talking. Talking was a good thing in her opinion. By talking, one got to know other people and see if interests could be found in conversations. Well, it seemed for her talking was out of the question until her throat was in better shape to do so. She tried to push herself up to get a better look at Ethan and James but found by doing so it only made the aches in her body intensify. Damn, how she hated her body doing this to her. She was much stronger than this, granted she knew men had more muscle and testosterone in their bodies to give them an edge but she learned some defense moves in college. Maybe she needed to polish her moves by taking a few more classes once she was released from the hospital. For now, she thanked her two best friends for being here in her time of need.<br/><br/>"Aww, you two shouldn't have," she answered, a small smile forming on her busted lips as she eyed the beautiful bouquet of flowers. These two knew her favorite type of flowers unlike most of her ex-boyfriends. Alcatraz, tulips and of course roses but all mixed together to let their wonderful fragrances take over. Nodding at his question, she  glanced over to James, smiling at him. He looked haggard and he even smelled a bit of cigarette. Even from her seat across the room, she knew he had a habit of smoking cigarette's. Not her favorite thing but it was his life and she was not his wife or mother to tell him what to do. Certainly, she did not ask him to run her own life as well though at this moment, she would be happy to let Nathan and him lead her for now. Hmm, it must be the morphine talking she told herself regarding letting her two good friends lead her life for her.<br/><br/>With anyone else, she would have asked them to leave her in peace. She hated to have someone tell her how she should feel or even think. One of the downsides of having a mother who thought she knew what was in the best interest for everyone. Even now, her mother thought her daughter was wasting good money on college when she should be using it on taking her mother for a mother/daughter vacation. Sure, she would be glad to take her mother on a vacation when hell froze over. However, when she was in the vicinity of her mother, Anna felt she was in hell herself. With her father on the other hand, Anna might have wanted to kill herself, her father was depressive enough to suck the life out of anything around him. Visiting him was a chore but she owed it to her father to at least see him every other month for her own piece of mind.<br/><br/>Shaking her head in amusement at James words to sign documents. He was not her legal guardian but she had placed these two as her medical proxy which means they might have gotten the staff to agree to it. "Oh, fine, just make sure they give me a pretty cast," she answered, smiling as she laid back in bed. Her boys, well, she considered them in the sense they were her boys to go to if she needed someone to talk to. For the past four years and more after the three of them graduated college, she found comfort in the friendship she had with them. More and more, she was glad to have met them and more for having them in her life. Without them, she guessed she would have ended up like her mother or even a recluse in her own apartment. Though know, more than ever she wanted to change apartments. To go back to where Jace had violated her trust and hurt her was more than she could bear.<br/><br/>Putting on a smile as her good friends came back, she tried hard not to think about what happened. "Near me, please," she answered, asking them what they were up to before coming here. For her, her love life would be pushed to the side for now. Besides, if things did not work out for her in dating, she was content to be a spinster for the rest of her life. At least she would have Ethan and James with her by her side to grow old with. Even if those two married, she felt all of them would still be there for one another until Death came to take their dying forms together. No doubt about it, they were the three musketeers.