[If she gets angry at him for not telling the full truth, she'd be a hypocrite. Besides, she doesn't think she has it in her to be angry at Newt. Not now, when he needs her to be on his side.]

And you decided not to tell me?

[Any sass and matronly looks she might have been giving him melt away to a concerned frown. She can get why he wouldn't want to worry her with knowing. But it hurts that she didn't know, and wasn't able to help him.

With a soft sigh, she moves away from the end of his bed to go over and sit in a chair that's right beside where he's laying. He's clearly had other visitors, and she hopes he's not keeping him from any of them.]

I'm not angry with you, Newt. I haven't told you everything important about me. And I can't expect you to do it, if I haven't been completely honest myself. So please, just...just rest. And cooperate with whatever the doctors are telling you to do.