One corner of her mouth lifts.

"Sorry," she jokes weakly, her eyes slipping shut.

On some level, she thinks she should be more worried; she's never spent time in the infirmary or a hospital as a patient. But her brain is surrounded by cotton candy, and with Bill beside her, her hand in his, it's easy to relax.

"Dr. Cuddy," she mumbles. "I like her. She was so good with Boo."