Antonin was asleep in the chair next to the bed again. Just as he was before. Somehow in the interim since they last repeated this same tableau, most of her anger dissipated to nothing. Later, when she was out of the damned hospital and no longer feared every sound was a homicidal lunatic returned to kill her, she would probably rediscover her anger and they could have another row. In that moment, however, she just wanted to appreciate the fact that she wasn't alone, that her husband came back to sit at her side.