[ By the time Ed wakes up, Diana has changed her bloody clothes, threw them in the washer to hopefully get the blood out and changed into a pair of his clothes temporarily. She's been sitting in the living room, only getting up to put a washcloth on his forehead every so often. The blood's mostly cleaned up by now and she's still working on it.

She pokes her head through and waves at him, giving him a slight uneasy smile, but it's sincere all the same. ]

You don't need to be. Mayfield likes to be a sadist. [ She gets up and cricks her neck side to side. ] Do you need anything? Water? More pillows or blankets? Some medicine? A... hug?