"Just what the doctor ordered," Molly says, and very nearly smirks, the closest she's come to it all night. "Almost literally. I mean, it's bound to keep me awake." She needs that for herself right now, too. Despite how deeply exhausted she is, the idea of sleep is a frightening one, a chance that isn't worth taking when it's too hard to shake thoughts of what happened. Having Russell here helps now, but if she dozes off, it won't matter at all. At least the concussion gives her a good excuse to stay awake.