This seemed to make her mad, and she glared accusingly at him. "Shut up, Rowan. You're not going to die."
Her words seemed to make him laugh out loud, and his hand cupped her neck tenderly. "Did you... just tell me to shut up? That's... that's funny. C'mon, Tez. Let me... let me go outside. Please?"
"Oh, shush," he said with a groan, putting his finger to her lips, but it was too late. Lark came running up and looked at Rowan with a small sigh. "Oh, Rowan. What are you doing?" "She's being rude. Won't even let me see the sun. I'm so tired, Lark. Maybe I am dying." "You're not dying," she said flatly. "We'll collect some more samples and we'll figure this out." "Ha! Well, how are you going to collect any more samples? Tez promised." Lark hesitated, shaking her head slowly. "We'll... we'll figure something out. Come on. Let's get you back to the infirmary."
Tez tried to help him again, her brows furrowed. "I didn't want to promise. He was mad at me and said he wouldn't let me leave."
They managed to get Rowan back to the bed while he was mumbling under his breath the entire time. Lark set him on the bed and sighed. "Jesus, he's annoying."
"Trouble in paradise?" Lark asked, rolling up his sleeve to administer a shot. He tensed, even in his state, and swatted at her.
He looked up at her trustingly as Lark administered the shot. Lark pursed her lips as she moved to a spot on his side and he rejected her instantly, shying away from her touch, his brows furrowing. Lark sighed. "How was he mean?"
Tez ran her hand through his hair. "He wouldn't let me leave. He said he didn't trust me." She paused before looking down at him. "You're alright, Row."
He glared at Lark before his gaze flickered to Tez and his face softened. "She's trying to touch me." "I don't know if it's any consolation," Lark said, speaking over him, "but he's never acted like he does around you around anyone else before. You're something important to him."
She looked to Lark, her expression kind. "Thank you, Lark. It does mean a lot to me." She looked down at Rowan. "She's trying to help you. It's alright."
He frowned, taking her hand, clearly anxious. "She's touching me." "I'm trying to help you, you dummy!" "You're touching me."
His eyelids fluttered and he looked up at the ceiling for a moment, a frown crossing his expression. "He should be going under in 3...2...1..." His eyes slowly fluttered closed, and his grip on Tez's hand loosened. Lark nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Help me get off his shirt, will you?"
She turned back to the table and began to refill her syringe with a green, translucent liquid. Rowan's mouth was slightly open in his sleep and he muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing.
