It's unnerving, is what it is. Wash's hand on hers is comforting in a way, sure, and in a way she needs, but the way he keeps looking at her, the tone of his voice, it makes her a little uneasy. It's not like she and Wash haven't ever been frank and honest with each other like -- like they've never had a heart to heart -- but Christ, it's not like she's a sobbing mess in the bed. This doesn't have to be a big deal.

She makes as if to shake Wash's hand away, but she just shifts, letting out a quiet snort. "For you to stop lookin' at me like I'm made of glass, for one. I'm not dyin' and I don't think I even came that close, anyhow. I'm getting outta here later today. I'm gonna be fine, man." The drugs don't make her too hungry, but York knows she hasn't eaten much in the last couple of days. By the time she gets out of here, she'll probably be starving, and food's an easier topic than how she feels right now. "You could order pizza later, or somethin'."