5/31/2008 The hospital wing is quieter than it has been in some time, with no recent large-scale military operations to fill its wings with injured soliders. Briseis has been tucked away in a small private room, with machines and a few chairs to fill the space the bed does not take up. Today, unlike yesterday, has been spent mostly conscious, for all her efforts to lose herself to sleep, but she looks bleary-eyed and weary despite that. Her left thigh is still bandaged tight, her hair swept back into a low ponytail. At the moment, she lays reclined, her cheek turned into her pillow as she considers the wall. Fascinating.