She just looks at the flowers as she listens, considers. She did trust him, much more so than anyone else here - and she'd met some very nice people - but she still wasn't sure how anyone would take known she was not human, was not even biological. She didn't have an easy word for what she was, no handy explanation.
But for all she was a loner, she'd had her friends, too, and she missed them; especially after having seen so much of her world during the hallucinations, after having seen 5 as Eddie took care of her.
She answers without looking up, just not quite ready to drop the full truth.
"The people in my world that got sick, didn't wake up." Pause, swallow, "It was a lot of them." It was all of them. "Nine of us were safe."
Saying it, out loud, in this moment where she's feeling raw and spent from the illness, panic starts to pull at her chest. Nine of them weren't even getting out, not anymore. Normally, she'd be halfway out the door by now and nothing would stop her. Normally, however, she wasn't getting over an extremely serious illness that's made sitting up hard. But the panic has already set in, and in that moment it appears again; the line of blue light, curving a slow line from her bed to a pitcher of water and glasses set up on the counter.
She does start to move out from the bed, but as she swings her legs down to touch her feet against he floor, she already knows she won't make it that far. "Eddie, water? Can I get some water?"
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But for all she was a loner, she'd had her friends, too, and she missed them; especially after having seen so much of her world during the hallucinations, after having seen 5 as Eddie took care of her.
She answers without looking up, just not quite ready to drop the full truth.
"The people in my world that got sick, didn't wake up." Pause, swallow, "It was a lot of them." It was all of them. "Nine of us were safe."
Saying it, out loud, in this moment where she's feeling raw and spent from the illness, panic starts to pull at her chest. Nine of them weren't even getting out, not anymore. Normally, she'd be halfway out the door by now and nothing would stop her. Normally, however, she wasn't getting over an extremely serious illness that's made sitting up hard. But the panic has already set in, and in that moment it appears again; the line of blue light, curving a slow line from her bed to a pitcher of water and glasses set up on the counter.
She does start to move out from the bed, but as she swings her legs down to touch her feet against he floor, she already knows she won't make it that far. "Eddie, water? Can I get some water?"