[color=f49ac2]“Sorry, I didn’t catch any of that.”[/color] Iris mumbled as she looked down at the cards in her hand that had been deal to her, she still didn’t feel right, and she couldn’t keep pretending otherwise even if she didn’t want to show weakness in front of them. If she was honest, she still couldn’t shake the effects of that drug that had been injected into her system, even though it had to be gone it was hard to shake away that feeling. [color=f49ac2][i]It’s probably just my mind making me believe such a thing. It’s something I never want to go through again… the pain. It was like I wasn’t myself. I'm not myself[/i][/color]. 

“No worries we can play cards another time. You could probably do with some rest.” Harry smiled as he started to pack away the cards taking them gently from her hand. Whether or not there would be another time to play cards with her he doubted it, but he could see she wasn’t up for it. What little colour she had had drained from her face and he wasn’t going to push her, after all she was in the hospital for a reason. Shoving the cards back into his pocket he moved his chair back to its original place before looking back over at the girl who didn’t really seem present. Looking at the bedside table he could see a jug filled with water and a few cups around it, moving over he poured out two glasses of water. One for himself and the other he took in his hand and placed it on the table where the cards had been set up moments ago, not wanting to disturb her he sighed and settled himself back in his chair but he kept an eye on her noting the sudden change in behaviour. 

Focused on her own thoughts Iris fell into a somewhat trance. It was as if the lights where on, but no one was home. [color=f49ac2][i]I… maybe I’ll get to say goodbye to Cas one more time. I don’t know how he dealt with everything I put him through, that my father put him through and Ethan. It had to be painful… but… that drug[/i][/color]. Without even noticing tears had left her eyes as her mind wandering back to the interrogation, she wasn’t fine. As much as Iris wanted to say she was fine, that it didn’t hurt, and she was okay in reality she wasn’t, and she still wished for someone to just end it for her. It was the easy way out she knew that, but it was honestly starting to feel like the only viable option as she had nothing to really live for. 

Harry had started to feel a little awkward, of course it hadn’t been the first time he’d been a prisoner who had cried, Harry had seen grown men cry after the Aproveset and this wasn’t different and he shouldn’t feel more sympathetic because was a girl as she had been part of the rebellion anyway, but she seemed pretty harmless. Closing his eyes, he sat back in the chair folding his arms, he wouldn’t think about it. Instead he would use the time to focus on more important matters until Jacob told him otherwise.