He doesn't make a joke right off the bat, not even a lame one, and York doesn't find that exactly reassuring. That's what he's supposed to do, now. She's not dead, so they're supposed to joke about it. Make it not a big deal. But he just keeps looking at her like that, like it is a big deal.

"'Course I'm awake," York mumbles, reaching up to wipe her hand over her mouth. Christ, she could've been drooling. She manages to keep a tired smile on her face, trying to keep it glib. "Doc says I can go home later today, probably."