Tilting her head rather curious at his reaction to touching her leg wound, was he squeamish? She couldn’t help but giggle at the idea as she never would have imagined him to be squeamish. Blood had never bothered her, nor any kind of wound or sickness and she wondered why. Had something happened in her past to feel that way? It seemed familiar, the idea of sickness. [color=f49ac2]“Duct tape my hands to the bed? I doubt they’d do that. You don’t have the authority to command it.”[/color] Smirking triumphantly as if she had won that argument. 

[color=f49ac2]“I like Cas too, sounds nice. I’ve always been envious of those who could shorten their name. It doesn’t really work with mine.”[/color] Shrugging slightly as she looked over at him, eyes caught his reaction it seemed he was surprised she would offer to write a note to his father. It only seemed polite, but she relaxed when he had said it was okay, if she was honest, she would have no idea on what to even write. [color=f49ac2]“Well I am glad he wasn’t too harsh, I’m sure he understands you were being kind.”[/color] Smiling once more she leaned forward when he pulled his phone out of his pocket, interested in what he was going to do. 

[color=f49ac2]“Oh!”[/color] Surprised as she started to hear the music, she couldn’t help but beam especially when he mentioned the two-star café they had going on. [color=f49ac2]“Not bad, not bad music taste. Do you like jazz?”[/color] She always thought of it as elevator music, but it was nice easy listening, she did enjoy music that wasn’t too heavy. It was strange how different if felt just with a bit of music, it felt much more relaxing and if she closed her eyes, she could imagine she was anywhere but the hospital. [color=f49ac2]“I do enjoy music myself; I can’t tell you what kind but maybe I quite enjoy it all.”[/color] Pondering the thought as she leaned on her hand eyes turning back to look at him once more. 

[color=f49ac2]“Hey, thanks Cas. For coming to visit. I’ll be honest I didn’t expect to see you again, but it has been a nice change. It’s easy to talk with you.”[/color] Leaning on her hand she looked back at the phone that was playing music, it filled the room just enough for them to hear but not to cause any disturbance to others around. [color=f49ac2]“I mean I would have changed my outfit but who could deny a black dress from being a classic.”[/color] Perhaps she could ask if they had anything in lost and found here, she assumed lost and found was a thing, right? It would be nice for a change of clothes and she didn’t really need to wear the hospital gown, she wasn’t in any sort of critical condition where they needed to operate. The only problem she had now was her memories and how to fix them. 

[color=f49ac2]“So what time is curfew today?”[/color] Looking up towards the clock she didn’t want him to be late or get into any trouble again so she would keep an eye on the time. Not to get rid of him, in fact she’d prefer he would stay but she’d feel bad for causing him any sort of trouble.