[She eyes him warily for a moment because she knows he would have had to see everything she posted before working out where she was. But he's here anyway. That's a good thing, right?

Shego's sitting upright on the bed, mostly to keep the pressure off her wounds; the hospital gown on her top half laces up at the back and there's a lot of dressings over it.]

Me and Kenzie got ambushed. I thought it was just scratches, I didn't realize how bad the bleeding was until we got back here.

[This sounds a lot better to her than 'I did something suicidal in defense of a relative stranger out of guilt and then almost bled to death.']