I realize what I'm doing, and slowly release my death grip on the water bottle. I take one more sip before setting the bottle back down on the table, where I hopefully won't spill it everywhere.

She touches my cheek and I find myself leaning into that touch. I can't stop myself. The motion comes as naturally to me as breathing.

"I know I'll heal." A purposeful word choice, in contrast to the ones she used. Maybe she won't notice. I can't see myself getting better than I am, but my wounds will heal, in time, and maybe with one more jolt from the Medical Switch once Kisaragi can handle another.