Xaviers!

Natalie reaches out to brush some hair back from her body's face. She glances at the monitors and assorted other machines around. The doctors say she doesn't seem to be in any pain or struggling to breathe. They're calling it a coma for lack of any better term. That she seems to be standing next to herself seemed to really make the doctor wish he had a better term. She leans a little on the bed rail, looking at herself idly. She's started spending time here for reasons that are difficult to articulate without getting confusing. The door to the room remains open, letting the slight noises from outside the room break the silence of this one.

((Open))