Angie’s patience had worn thin. It was to be expected that her tests would take awhile - everyone seemed fairly certain that she would be just fine, and she was inclined to agree with them. She felt like she’d lost a hell of a fist fight, but she could manage that. All the same, the general consensus was to allow for the tests to confirm that there was no internal damage. Given everything that happened, it was no wonder that the hospital was crawling with people. enough so that she was able to sneak around. To an extent, Angie wasn’t able to really help herself. Just then, hovering outside of someone’s room and wishing she could be useful, she ventured a soft, “Is there anything I can do? Get you?”