[ They would both die of personal and secondhand embarrassment, and if Rhys remembers this later he will be forever grateful that Angel doesn't bring it up. Instant brownie points for her there.
But answering her question takes a bit of focusing that he doesn't have many resources for, because one of his posters is currently talking to him about his exploits on a "Pandora" or whatever that is. It's very distracting. ]
I...yyyeah...it's--good. I'm good. [ "Hey! You listening to me there kiddo?? I'm spewing out nuggets of wisdom here!" ]
[ Whatever could give her that idea?? He's totally fine here, what are you talking about. There's no cause for alarm at all, other than Jack's melting out of the ceiling posters into goopy, horrifically smug puddles on the floor. And make Rhys makes a mortified, awful little sound when one seems to splat itself into the bed near his feet. ]
N--haaaahaha, okay! Nope, thiiiis isn't real. Nope nope mmnope, not happening. Ohhh this is not happening. [ Rhys brings his hands up over his face and drags them down. ]
[Angel had been resting when Rhys hailed her, but she brings her monitors to life now, quickly searching up the fastest and least suspicious way to get Rhys some aid. She can't actually contact the nurses, well she could but again, massively suspicious! It's not like she's actually a company AI. and Rhys can't know the extent of her reach, even in his delirium.
There is one person on her list that could make this work...it's probably the last thing Rhys wants, so Angel will conveniently omit any information that it's her sending him.
She brings up the contact information for Tim as she gets back to Rhys. ]
[ Rhys asks for nurses and Angel sends the one person he's currently hallucinating in goopy puddles all over his hospital room, that's...that's awesome. Thanks Angel. Best friend, 10/10 would totally call in a fever-induced crisis again.
he's going to be so disappointed with her later once he's done trying not to cringe away from the puddle of Jack!face on the bed next to him. ]
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Date: 2017-01-29 10:33 am (UTC)But answering her question takes a bit of focusing that he doesn't have many resources for, because one of his posters is currently talking to him about his exploits on a "Pandora" or whatever that is. It's very distracting. ]
I...yyyeah...it's--good. I'm good. [ "Hey! You listening to me there kiddo?? I'm spewing out nuggets of wisdom here!" ]
Deeeeeefinitely alright.
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:40 pm (UTC)[It actually sounds like he's getting worse in real time]
Rhys? Stay with me.
Is there anyone I can contact to come keep you company?
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Date: 2017-01-30 05:15 am (UTC)N--haaaahaha, okay! Nope, thiiiis isn't real. Nope nope mmnope, not happening. Ohhh this is not happening. [ Rhys brings his hands up over his face and drags them down. ]
Page--can you page? Someone?? The nurses?
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Date: 2017-01-30 06:58 am (UTC)[Angel had been resting when Rhys hailed her, but she brings her monitors to life now, quickly searching up the fastest and least suspicious way to get Rhys some aid. She can't actually contact the nurses, well she could but again, massively suspicious! It's not like she's actually a company AI. and Rhys can't know the extent of her reach, even in his delirium.
There is one person on her list that could make this work...it's probably the last thing Rhys wants, so Angel will conveniently omit any information that it's her sending him.
She brings up the contact information for Tim as she gets back to Rhys. ]
Okay, I've sent for help.
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Date: 2017-01-30 01:46 pm (UTC)he's going to be so disappointed with her later once he's done trying not to cringe away from the puddle of Jack!face on the bed next to him. ]
Ohthankgods.
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Date: 2017-01-30 04:47 pm (UTC)