Ash sits up in the hospital bed, frowning at the food that was being placed infront of her. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun by a hair tie, easily out of her way. She was fine dammit, the bullet had barely gotten her.

A single jerky motion has a breathe hissing through her teeth when she reached for her fork. Barely, ha! She was lying to herself and she knew it. That bullet had gone inside of her and decided to bounce around after hitting her ribs to her left arm, settling down in her elbow. She was unbelievable sore, she knew medically that she would be with the damage that had been done to her muscles and bones but the knowledge of what the medical books said and the physical knowledge she was now receiving were two very different things, one that she really couldn't have prepared herself for. The only thing she had going for her at this moment was the fact the girls were in school and Jason was very much making himself busy by both the job at W.E. and his vigilantism at night not to mention their two teenage girls at home keeping him on his toes.

She closes her eyes, taking deep calming breathes before she finally manages to move in a way that doesn't aggravate tender parts of her person. She eats almost half of her meal then her body decides that it was done and sleep was the number one thing it wanted to do. She uses her knees to help push the tray down far enough that she wouldn't accidentally hit her arm on it, after the first time was bad enough. A yawn breaks through, forcing her to close her eyes and relax. However the world seems to have other ideas for her when someone knocks twice on her door before opening and entering before she manages to tell them to come back later. The biting, bitter remark crumbles away from her tongue when she sees Dick with a splay of lilies in hand and a sheepish grin on his face.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" He questions, the hand not holding the flowers scratching at his head in a tale-tale sign of discomfort.

"No, you didn't, though I can't say for certain how much longer I can stay awake." She watches as he gives off a signature grin, one that seemed slightly forced, and wanders over to a side table with an arrangement of mostly dead flowers. He picks at a few of the wilted petals, watching as they fall to the surface. "Dick, what's wrong?"

He gives a short, dry chortle before turning to face her. "Never one to beat around the bush?"

"Truely not one of my strongest suits but seeing as I'm falling asleep as I'm talking to you .." A true smile breaks out over his handsome face, slightly weathered from the years and trials and tribulations he had gone through while on this earth. She felt slightly jealous of him and the barely there crows feet just crinkling the corners of his eyes.

"Having surgery will do that to a person."

"Richard."

"We.. we all kinda blame ourselves ya know." His voice was low, just above a whisper and she wasn't completely sure she had heard him what with her focusing on not closing her eyes and snoring loudly while he was in the room. "Jaybird especially, since he was supposed to pick you up that night."

Ah, that. Jason had done much the same, loudly blaming himself when she was conscious long enough to tell him nothing was his fault. Granted the guard was definitely to blame and Dr. Crane for acting a fool after surgery to get away, but other than that the only other person to blame was herself. She had gotten complacent, had thought the drugs they had administered would be powerful enough to keep the man down. She winces as she moves to sit up a little more, waving the man off when he goes to help her, and she sighs when he puts an overly fluffed up pillow behind her to lean on. "Dick, none of you are to blame. Once I knew who Jason was I realized just what I was getting myself into. I'm not going to say that it was ever easy and we never fought, lord did we fight over it, but life unfortunately happens. This is life. All of this, all the happy times, the sad ones, even the painful ones I would never trade. This, all of you, are my family." She covers her mouth as she yawns, eyes scrunched up to almost closed but she could see well enough the small, happy smile that breaks out over his face as he relaxes. "Now, if you would be so kind as to send in my wayward husband and ridiculous children? I think they've had enough time to figure out what they want to say."