The infirmary is quiet except for the bleep of machines. Amanda is lying on one of the beds, her skin still papery and transparent, her eyes glazed. In the office nearby is Guppy, sleeping lightly on the sofa but ears trained to wake in an instant should the monitors make any sound.
Amanda is lying in a bed in the infirmary feeling rather antsy. Tired but antsy. She has never had to sit in a hospital bed before. Oh she could really use someone to talk to.