Ella stops mid-step, only then realizing she's still on the hospital gown, her bloody clothes throw by the end of her bed. Again, if she could blush...although the memory of the feeling pushes through anyway.

"Oh but I could just wear...those..." Her own voice betrays her though, because she wants nothing to do with them. "What happened to the virus, anyway?"

Anything to make time while this Celeste mystery person (vampire?) fetches her clothes.