[Vianca had been similarly conked out for quite a while, though most of it was due to the amount of pain killers she currently had going on her system. They had cleaned her up and bandaged what could be bandaged, splinting what needed splinting and slinging her arm. The internal bleeding, luckily, had only been serious enough to warrant observation probably thanks to the robot's valiant shielding efforts.

For now, the thing she needed most was rest. So she did, fading in and out of sleep and mumbling Wheatley's name.

Here in the morning, she was somewhat awake and staring over at her human robot friend as he drooled in his hospital gown. Wow.]

... I think so.