But when he opened his mouth to speak, she thought that she might cry. He was speaking nonsense. The infection had caused her entire brain to work like Svens--
No, no, it was Russian. Groaning, she pressed the heel of her palm into her forehead, pleading with her brain to not be so idiotic. That was an unacceptably terrible mistake. She struggled to sift through what he'd said, pushing herself to recall any ounce of the language that she'd picked up thus far.
"You...тоже." She grimaced apologetically, clutching to his arm to keep herself upright. "Yes, please. I am almost certain that I died, but. Wait. Lucky." She stiffly moved to look around, mumbling something about medical attention for him too and some sort of terrible mistake, relaxing only when she caught sight of the other Life member next to her. He'd made it too. He was still alive. She hadn't murdered him with a tainted bandage.
As she shifted again, the tablet slid away from her and fell to the ground with a heavy clatter, momentarily redirecting her attention. That was...wasn't it...
Her thoughts were beginning to organize themselves, stacking one by one into careful little piles through the mental fog. There was no chatter. No humming. No mockery. Svensyl was the tablet. An extremely unbecoming noise of happiness escaped her before she could suppress it.
"Kostya," she began, looking at him with utmost seriousness. "Can you assure me that this is reality?" The expectant stare she gave him seemed to imply that she thought he might sprout three alien heads and six wings at any moment.
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