"They've got other stuff. Just depends." She doesn't say more past that, trying to will a tickle of a cough to go away. She takes another sip of water to hold it off, feeling the discomfort as she breathed and wondering if they'd have to do something like pump her lungs.

No, she wasn't bad like that. Not yet, at any rate, even if she'd already had the suction vacuum down her throat twice to get fluid out and make it easier to breathe. She kept pulling off the oxygen they provided, knowing she wasn't in real danger of being unable to get enough air yet.

She thinks of Kelly, and her heart hurts. "Stories," she says at last, "I'd like a story, please."