She follows his order, appreciating the chance to lay her head back down on the bed and sink again into the mattress.

"Broken, before, but not sick." Everything felt a little far away. She just wanted to sleep; sometimes she could forget it felt this bad, when she slept. "Lost my back, Flying Machine - stabbed my leg, but never sick."

It had hurt, those moments, but not nearly in any way that she ached now. She would happyily take another needle to the leg and have two friends hang off of it than this.

She watched him, moving her eyes more than anything else. She wondered if this is what the humans in her own world had experienced - it had been faster for them, certainly. gas choking everything as it rolled over the city in a thick green fog. "Is this how humans break? They get sick?"