Fortunately, Nick doesn't fight with her on this one. Rey wasn't expecting it, but one can never be too sure sometimes, especially when dealing with someone who almost equals in her own levels of stubbornness.
And just like her command, Nick makes his own as well. It isn't unreasonable. The cough is worrisome, even for her, and isn't something that can go unchecked. She nods, watching her roommate until he disappears into the room.
Believe it or not, Rey actually intends to make good on her silent promise there. She won't be any good to Nick if he comes back online to find her corpse in the middle of their home, and it isn't like the city is bustling in mechanics with knowledge in synthetic anatomy to be of any use to him. No, Rey is going to have to bite the bullet on this and accept this stupid thing called personal responsibility.
Whatever happens, she would much rather be in the comforts of her room, though. If Nick does wake up sooner than she anticipates, she'd prefer he not be there to hover, fuss, and fret over her while someone is attempting to do their job. Or whatever it is he would do.
As she goes to retrieve her phone from her pocket, she makes an attempt to remember which people are on board at the clinic. She's never really visited the place, and hasn't made much of an effort to familiarize herself with those that work there. Other than perhaps Kate, who she had only met once in person and once in her dreams...
Suppose that's better than nothing.
Just as Rey starts to dial the number on her phone, that cough starts up again. This time, it becomes a full out episode, her hand shaking and fingers instinctively clench around the device as the pain only grows, swelling inside her chest.
Shortly after, sweat beads down the side of her face. She hacks, wheezing as she throws her hand back up over her mouth once again.
Thick, red fluid bubbles up the back of her throat. The metallic taste of blood fills her mouth as it spits out into her palm.
The phone drops to the floor. Rey gaps down at the splotches of blood in her hand for only a moment before the pain of her internal injuries overwhelm her. She attempts to inhale again, but it's more like sucking in hot, burning air into her lungs.
Gasping, her legs give out. Her head spins. The last thing she sees is the floorboards just before she collapses face-first towards them...
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And just like her command, Nick makes his own as well. It isn't unreasonable. The cough is worrisome, even for her, and isn't something that can go unchecked. She nods, watching her roommate until he disappears into the room.
Believe it or not, Rey actually intends to make good on her silent promise there. She won't be any good to Nick if he comes back online to find her corpse in the middle of their home, and it isn't like the city is bustling in mechanics with knowledge in synthetic anatomy to be of any use to him. No, Rey is going to have to bite the bullet on this and accept this stupid thing called personal responsibility.
Whatever happens, she would much rather be in the comforts of her room, though. If Nick does wake up sooner than she anticipates, she'd prefer he not be there to hover, fuss, and fret over her while someone is attempting to do their job. Or whatever it is he would do.
As she goes to retrieve her phone from her pocket, she makes an attempt to remember which people are on board at the clinic. She's never really visited the place, and hasn't made much of an effort to familiarize herself with those that work there. Other than perhaps Kate, who she had only met once in person and once in her dreams...
Suppose that's better than nothing.
Just as Rey starts to dial the number on her phone, that cough starts up again. This time, it becomes a full out episode, her hand shaking and fingers instinctively clench around the device as the pain only grows, swelling inside her chest.
Shortly after, sweat beads down the side of her face. She hacks, wheezing as she throws her hand back up over her mouth once again.
Thick, red fluid bubbles up the back of her throat. The metallic taste of blood fills her mouth as it spits out into her palm.
The phone drops to the floor. Rey gaps down at the splotches of blood in her hand for only a moment before the pain of her internal injuries overwhelm her. She attempts to inhale again, but it's more like sucking in hot, burning air into her lungs.
Gasping, her legs give out. Her head spins. The last thing she sees is the floorboards just before she collapses face-first towards them...