CT doesn't look good. North had mentioned that CT was around, but Carolina had assumed that meant 'okay', not confused and probably drugged, if the way she slurred her words was any indication.

Carolina pulls herself up into a fully sitting position, ignoring the protest of her body. She needs to be able to see Connie, to make sure she's - okay?

"It's me," she ends up saying, because - it is. "Holy shit, Connie, what happened?"

She hasn't heard how those infected recover, yet.