He's calling someone. Who it is, she can't quite recall. Can't place her finger on it. Reality itself seems muted, distant, and all there is in this place is her and Nick. She doesn't question it; just chalks it up to her injuries.

With minimal control over the gravity around her, Rey leans in towards Nick, her head tucked against his shoulder. She struggles between pained, shallow breaths as she fights to remain focused on the present. Her vision strains, but what she registers is Nick pulling out his phone. Calling someone.

For whatever reason, she manages to bring a bloody hand to Nick's arm, fingers squeezing at the sleeve.

"Dòn̶'͠t.́.. ́D̨ǫn͘'͝t̵ ͟leàv͟e ͠me̶.̷ ̶Ple͞a͠se̷.͠.̀."

Blood chokes out of the back of her throat when she speaks.