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Wren didn't want to really be awake because being awake was much less comfortable than sleep. The android was well aware she'd blown it, how badly, and how ugly it was very quickly, all because she'd wanted a solution that was less likely to end in a massacre. She'd tried her best to help Rosemary and Soleil and then oass oin they were safe but it ended up horribly. Wren had gotten caught by a Maverick double agent in the Hunters, and... Well, it wasn't that she was infected by the virus -- or even Alex. Both instead had their programming forceably altered and the resulting fights were... Unpleasant.

At least Albert was alive, but Wren was vaguely aware she'd held back when he'd jumped in, and even with hr coding repaired -- she was amazed she wasn't retired, suspecting the Hunters had checked Jarvis' logs and actually pulled a thurough investigation. Watched was likely. Where was another matter.

Wren didn't know what was going on outside of the hospital. While her mechanical parts were mended, her organics were not, and the female was often sleeping after her uncle had, essentuially, thrown her out of the family. But the war hadn't been going well between the Maverick Hunters and Repliforce, and Wren knew full well Kitty on the warpath... Well. Kitty -- Zero was far from lenient. He and X likely mopped up everything there as well, bevcause Wren dated someone with more stubbornness than she had, and... And...

Getting out of bed wasn't worth it when you didn't have anybody.



Wren rolled over for sleep again the moment she realized she was awake again, the female feeling rather disinterested that morning in even trying to get up, or trying to stomach hospital food. In honesty, she was wanting to escape to find a large truck, but she had to play the mentally sound patient until release, then work out options from there. She wasn't exactly stupid -- they'd otherwise put her in the psych ward or something and run pointless tests for something not worth treating, and she didn't feel it made much difference. The girl simply burrowed in her blanket and make a small sigh of indignance as she ignored the hand trying to wake her up for a pointless day. The nurse's hand, however, persisted gently, trying to get her up and awake, likely for meal, even though she'd told them eating was an option, not requirement -- sure her personality dipped to minimum, but that was still functioning and enoughto be let out. No, no the nurse was persistant, and Wren finally decided to pull the blanket over her head, making a displeased sort of grumbling sound several moments before fingers found their way in to find the edges, well versed in the act of waking people and if Wren was to guage, one of the male nurses. The moment fingers invaded, Wren growled, more than willing to endure sedation if she could bite the fingers about to rip her safe warm blanket off, and she braced to chase them when the warmth was yanked back.

Wrten was summarily caught by the other arm and chuckled at.

"So you're doing better then." The voice was warm honey butter and softness, a voice Wren didn't expect to hear again. But here it was, here was Colonel and the female blinked slowly, taking in the man slowly before blinking again, rubbing her eyes, partly surprised, partly groggy and tired from sleeping far too much. Her chuckled, letting her wake up a bit before the soldier reached, placing a flower behind her ear gently.

"At least you're alright." He said, tone soft as he visually looked her over. Wren however, frowned, shaking her head.

"Not particularly. Some pretty bad things happened I'm not sure you';d look at me fondly for." Wren said, tone immediately sinking, and Colonel stroked her hair lightly.

"That's what Iheard from your cousins. I'mnot blind dear. Nobody can help being hacked." Colonel reached, once more, rubbing her shoulder with a warm motion, and hummed a bit, pulling her to him protectively, and Wren leaned in, looking down.

"My cousins do know that Uncle Tom kicked me out of tjhe family right?" Wren half-mumbled, pressing close. Colonel nodded.

"And I think no less then two of them told your mother Ri. You're alright. Everyone's just busy. Well except for Repliforce. We're going through some investigations, but we'll be fine. We were lucky Rosemary and Soleil managed to send both sides a message before things were irrecoverably bad." Colonel then leaned in, smiling. "I wonder who found them."

Wren blinked, then smiled a little back, remaining tucked close.

"Well, I was only ordered out of base for Repliforce, they didn't say I couldn't look into Maverick Activity, and Soleil's more competant than the Mavericks think as long as someone familiar with part of her dataset can coach. Luckily, Iknow enough to coach and get them out. But that was because it needed done. Even if things soured... General wouldn't rest if Rosemary was endangered. She's too sweet for anyone sane to worry about."

Wren reached, tapping Colonel's nose, and the reploid made a noise of mock horror, before tucking her close.

"Yes, well, General's breathing down people's necks about making sure her security improves. And youmight be caled in once you're out of the hospital. Speaking of,"

And Wren KNEW that tone change. That was the tone that meant she was In Trouble if she wasn't listening, or at least didn't distracthjim, and right now she wasn'tup to distracting him. "Why did you tell the hospital your systems are eating optional? You know what would happen if you didn't eat."

Wren winced, then frowned.

"Last Iunderstood and knew I was disowned for what happened to Dad, and you were probably gone. I didn't have something to stick around for so--"

Colonel's hand twitched around her own, Wren blinking atthe expression that flickered on his face. She wasn't quite sure whatit was. Anger? Horror? Alarm? Some mix of it all? It was one of those expressions Wren tended to inch away from out of caution, however, and Wren coughed a bit, preparing to do so when Colonel's arm shot out, and he pulled her to him firmly in a defensive gesture, and Wren sighed. Well there was no arguing with the man now, not when he was set into a defensive mode. Even she had enough awareness on the field to notice he was protective -- something she actually tried to avoid setting out -- Colonel was vicious in battle alone, but when someone he cared about needed him... She knew he could be fare more ruthless than he seemed and she wasn't blind to the times he seemed to be holding her just tyhat much closer to him, or apprehensive moments when he had her and Iris almost sheparded behinds him, even if
Wren could do faster aerial recon, because of some unknown threat made.

No, she'd put him in A Mood and she sighed, letting herself slump into him with a sense of defeat. The room was still several moments; light filtering from behind the blind lazily, noises of nurses and patients and visitors outside, and Wrten slowly looked at Colonel like a scolded kitten, mentally, finally registeringhis appearance. He'd shown up in civilian wear, his hair just slightly longer than protocol usually allowed, with his face fuzz also slightly longer, meaning, he was either overworking or had less to do -- given there were investigations, he likely had gotten overworked. He was in his civilianclothing, meaning he was off duty, which meant he had the day to himself -- however long he was off, and his face was worn, and his expression was protective, even nigh tired. That meant... She was usually unsure, but he shifted, pulling her into him to hold protectively.

"Don't you dare." Colonel scolded then suddenly. He held her into him territorially, fingers wrapped in her hair as he half-curled around her, rules be damned.

"Don't you dare coonsiuder something so foolish again, no matter the reason. I will not rest if Iknow you might try chasing after me, especially for a soldier's death. Am I clear? Do you promise me?"

Wren cringed, peering up again before hiding her face in him. She wasn't in a great place, not eotionally or yet to make promises and she instead buried herself to hide in him, unconciouslyshaking. The lack of answer seemed to communicate enough, however. It communicated her anxiety and her inabilityto respond, and her inability to promise one way or another -- not yet. But she didn't let go, arms slowly wrapping around him before she burrowed further, trying to block unwanted thought after unwanted thought, the female seeking safety and comfort from the guilt dogging her waking moments, especially knowing he was okay. And he knew. That bothered her most, but....

Colonel rubbed her back, refusing to let her go, and not ready to move. Her cousins had warned Wren was in a bad place, based both on Alex's distraught state, and how badly hurt Albert had been, and how little information anyone could get her after Tom had 'visited'. It wasn't a good state knowing she'd taken to sleeping and self neglect, but that perhaps, was why he'd finally taken his accumilated vacation time. He wasn't a professional, but he knew he was needed, and Colonel hummed at last gently, slowly rocking Wren softly before looking down.

"They're planning on running your discharge in a bit as it is." Colonel sighed, entwining his fingers with hers. "Alex was discharged a couple days ago with an antidepressant. If I bringyou home, Iwant you to talk to a therapist, dear." Colonel sighed then, holding her again. "Iwant you well and safe."

Wren sighed, nosing in. That was something she could promise, and Wren nodded in him, making a small soft noise of agreement slowly, pressing in to hide in the large reploid, who sighed releif. He knew Wren. He and the small girl had become close surprisingly swiftly, and connected, and he figured she would be in a better place later to promise to survive him, but for now -- for now she needed him close, to look out for her, to look after her and to help her with the psychological damage -- and it would be nice to check on Alex and Albert at home. Albert was still resting at home, but he'd surely not mind helping Colonel drive into his brother's skull that Wren was in pain as well and in need of affection, not scorn and ostraciuzing. Especially if the rumor Sami had decked her father was accurate. How Sami wasn't retired Colonel wasn't sure, but he was sure that Sami and Alex weren't true reploids either -- which might help. For now hius focus was Wrten and Colonel rummaged in a bag athis side, ofering the girl clothing gently, and shifted to let her have some privacy to change. Wren kissed his cheek before moving to do so, and sighed.

She didn't feel great, and wasn't really up to enduring anger or similar for what happened, but....

Buit she wasn't so terribly alone, and she had Colonel, and her cousins, and possibly her aunts. It was something, and after changing, Wren wormed into Colonel;'s arms to hide oince more, to wait for discharge.

For now, hiding in him was enough.