After some medical attention, some pain-killers, some wet-wipes, and a nap, Beverly is sitting upright again and . . . well, she's sitting upright. And not covered in blood. And on painkillers. That's an improvement.

"Hey," she says, blinking. "--Oh, shhhhoot. I can't remember your name. Jean-something?"

(Her hand is thoroughly wrapped up at this point, but she moves it under the blankets anyway.)