Kalinda didn't say anything, terrified that if she did, she would just break down. She seized on revenge, letting it warm her, and feed her anger. Fury and the rest of them would learn the truth of the saying, hell hath no fury then any woman.

She also knew what it was to be in a coma. It had been the most horrifying experience of her life, hearing everything and not being able to respond. Not being able to do anything. 

She knew she should stay, but she couldn't. She had to be doing something, anything that could be useful. She rose, and moved silently into the room, to Michael. She gave his hand a squeeze, and kissed him softly "I'll be back" she promised, and then she walked out the room, and wasn't about to let herself be stopped.