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While the other agents were interrogating the captured giant or taking care of civilians, Rebecca was hanging out in her own private room at the infirmary! Unconscious. Again.
The room is empty for now and the teen doesn't seem to be awake. As much as she hates the place, she'd probably be running out of there if she were able, hospital gown or no.
"Good." Another groan, this one with dread as she looks at him, waiting for her eyes to adjust or the room to start doing funny things like pulse when she's trying to look at Eric. It feels like someone decided it would be fun to take a sledgehammer to her head an never left a memo.
"Well you have horrible taste in men, you seem to have an odd fetish for being stabbed by a man over twice your age, and I'm pretty sure you don't have underwear on under that hospital gown."
"Hospitals let you keep them unless there's surgery there or something," she states in a flat matter-of-fact tone. "Pants, too. Usually." One foot peeks out from the side of the bed as she pushes herself upright and tries to turn towards Eric to get out of bed.
"Speaking of clothes, where are my--whoa." She holds on to the railings of the bed as the room spins, but doesn't sit back. The sooner she can get out of here, the better.
He said with a chuckle. Until she tried to get up. He'd zoom in to try and steady her. Not really careful about touching her arm as his focus was making sure she didn't fall. He'd try and ease her back into bed.
His efforts to help are only partially successful, since Rebecca's already pushing herself to ignore the dizziness and get out of bed anyway. However long she's been here has been more than long enough.
"No." She waves her hand at him, no intention of rotting him as he touches her skin. "I need to get out of here." Her jaw sets in a hard line with the word, stubborn enough to keep pushing, even if Eric's taller and has more muscle than she does.