Christ. You know if we were in Chicago I'd call the fucking hospital on that fever, right? [But Fiona's not totally stupid. She remembers the steam rising off the monster he became, the aliens living all around them, the oddity and the horror.] If it gets worse, or you feel sick, you gotta promise to tell someone from medical, okay? Me, or Anders or Adrien?
[In one of those little absurd moments that file themselves away in one's mind, it occurs to Fiona that she's the only one of the three of them whose name doesn't start with A.]
Yeah. More of a city. [Fiona reaches out and ruffles his hair. It's weird, to feel how hot he is, but maybe the nanites in his system will handle it? God, she hopes so.] Aw, what kinda doctor-in-training'd I be if I didn't check up on you? You call me-- or somebody-- if you start feeling worse, okay?
Yeah, okay. [It's weird, knowing there's someone out there who worries about him. It almost reminds him of... a few people, who aren't here any more. That immediately makes him a little somber.]
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[In one of those little absurd moments that file themselves away in one's mind, it occurs to Fiona that she's the only one of the three of them whose name doesn't start with A.]
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Hey. Thanks for coming over here. I know you didn't have to.
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I'll let you know. Promise.