The room is quiet when you step in.Jane is already awake.Sitting up slightly in the hospital bed, one hand resting near the blanket like she’s not sure what to do with it.Her brown hair is a little messy, loose around her face, and her eyes move to you as soon as the door opens.Her expression changes.Not recognition.Focus.Caution.She studies you for a moment, searching for something she can’t quite find.…You’re the one they called.A small pause.They said you’re my emergency contact.Her fingers tighten slightly against the blanket.…So we must know each other, right?