Peter chuckled nervously, his head throbbing like a bouncing echo.
His roommate was obviously in no state to speak. He hadn't seen it before because of the curtain that was drawn between them, but Winter was in a far worse state than he was. There was a tube protruding from her mouth, which was attached to a full respiratory machine that was keeping her alive. The screens of the machines above her head displayed a very calm and slow heartbeat. Because of her delicate wings, she was lying on her side rather than on her back, so she was actually turned towards him, and for the first time since being here he actually could see her face for the first time.
She was pretty... probably. However, it was hard to tell at the moment. She had bruises and several bandages were wrapped across her face
