"'Caaaause," he yawns, "I'm on drugs I don't wanna be on and you're asking me things I don't wanna tell you?"
"You don't want to be on what you're on? Is it anything besides painkillers?"
"Nope. But fuck painkillers," he says, more sharply and less slowly than he has said anything else since she came in. His voice slows down and softens again as he adds, "I like being in pain, most of the time, and I don't like being stoned."
He grins at her. "I like you. You're nice. Thanks for coming to visit. I didn't think anybody would."
"Wait, never visits you, or never visits you in the hospital?"
He grins. "How often is often? Once in a while. And I've known Ethan for like a year."
"It would probably be wrong to take advantage of you being high to figure you out more than you wish to be figured out, I suppose."