Nick would say the same for himself, except that he hasn't survived worse than what the deathclaw did to him. That's the closest he's come to death as a synth. He watches the way she breathes, how she holds her ribs, his frustration clear on his face. He doesn't want to lose her any more than she wants to lose him, and the fact that she had to deal with an emergency like his system shutting down from a power failure when she should be getting medical attention just riles him. Maybe she would have gone and gotten it sooner if he hadn't suddenly blacked out.

He shakes his head, his expression hardening. "Then rest on the couch, but we're getting a doctor over here whether you like it or not. I'll go get one myself if I have to."