[Morgan chose to visit West as soon as she had gotten better treatment for her leg. Too proud to hobble around in crutches or stay in bed, however, when she comes to him she's leaning on a cane. Given the mounds of righteous indignation she's sporting, her first words to him are kind of lame.]

Hi.

I told you I wasn't going to let anyone kill you, one way or another. [Morgan comes up to the bars.] M-- [She stops herself. She's not going to call him that ever again.] You have to know that things like this are one of the things I've been trying very hard to keep you away from. You came out of Hell, Henry. I know that. And when a place and a situation affect a person as much as it does you, the only way to help them get better is to take them out of it and keep them out.