Natasha heard the doctor talking to someone just outside the door. Then she heard her shoes walking away and finally, her 'husband' walked in the door. Her heart pounded and the monitor sped up along with it. Oh, how much she wanted to disconnect herself from it. After a moment, she realized his eyes were not longer seeming to glow blue. Her heart rate lower as she looked him, walking over to her bed. He looked so distressed. She wanted to be mad about what he did, after all, she was lying in a hospital bed with a broken leg, a stab wound and who knows what other injuries. But looking at him, and knowing that he probably regretted everything he had done. She gave him a small groan and rubbed her head, "What happened?..."

She figured the greatest gift she could give him for saving her life, after unwillingly torturing her to the point where her life needed saving, was pretending like she didn't remember a second of it. She closed her eyes, "Are we on the hover carrier?"