When the doctor approached her, Sarah feared the worst, letting out a sigh of relief as he made it clear that Charlie was alright, that he was alive, in recovery. That was so typical of a doctor, making relatives fear the worst, before springing the good - or the relatively good - news. It was enough to give someone a heart attack. Sarah rolled her eyes at the doctor, he wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know; she was his sister, it served only as a reconfirmation of information, and it was more for the doctor's benefit. When Sarah was forced out of the house, the reason why she was reluctant at first wasn't out of affection for her parents, but out of a belief that they wouldn't know how to properly look after Charlie. They had done a bang-up job with her, after all. 

And now here they were, Sarah re-entering his life under the most unusual and unexpected of circumstances. A funny thing, the way the world works sometimes. 

Sarah didn't speak to the doctor, but followed after him, one hand in her jeans pocket, the other holding the teddy bear by the back of its neck. How weird she mus've looked to other visitors, but she couldn't possibly care less. Too many people cared about strangers based purely on something stupid like clothing or appearance. So what if she smoked, so what if she drank, and so what if she followed a doctor while holding a stuffed bear. Sarah did her best not to look away as Charlie's bed was wheeled into another room, She just didn't want to see him looking in pain, but to the doctor's credit, they had cleaned him up from the crash. 

Hearing him call out for her brought on another pang of guilt to Sarah. She approached the bed, doing her best to smile - she hadn't done a lot of that over the years - and she lightly brushed his hair. "Hey, Charlie, it's alright, it's alright, I'm here. Rah-Rah's here, and look what she has." Sarah held the stuffed bear in both of her hands and made it do a little dance by moving her hands back and forth before setting it on his bed. She turned to the doctor and nodded her head. "Yeah, go ahead and call a nurse, but I'll stick around. Trust me, it'll be easier that way." 

She turned back to Charlie, keeping her head well enough back so as not to let the lingering cigarette breath waft over him. "You're going to be fine, Charlie. Everything's fine now." 

She hated seeing him like this, but part of her was glad, glad to at least be reunited, though the circumstances were far from ideal.