Ami would take it. She really wanted Dakota to just let her be, let her cough for a little while in her bed, and then wait for morning when her crappy FEAR shield would dent itself out and fix this. Beggars couldn't be choosers though, and Ami was very much a beggar at the moment.

"122," she said, entire body relaxing now that she knew Dakota wasn't going to betray her. As much as she hated the entitled little s**t, she would acknowledge he'd been helpful in the past, and now. "Thank you." You could practically cut her relief with a butter knife.

At least Dakota wasn't getting elbowed in the face anymore.