Biting down on her lower lip, Mary Jane winced, still not looking at him to give herself any idea of whether he saw or not. She was too tired to really care, anyway, and the last thing she wanted to do was risk fighting with him when he was so hurt, when she'd spent two whole days half-expecting him to never wake up. A whole lot of responses came immediately to mind, but she ignored them all, figuring it would be best for them both if she focused on how grateful she was that he was awake now.

"Is there anything I can get you?" she asked after a long moment, tentatively glancing in his direction when she trusted herself to be a little more composed. She ought to have asked sooner, she realized that in retrospect, but she supposed she hadn't really had the opportunity to, either. "Water, some kind of painkiller maybe? I could go get a doctor if you want to talk to one of them."