"Food?" He glanced at Sunny, turning it all over in his mind. Malia knew him well, almost better than he could have guessed. Sitting here wasn't doing him any favors. Doing something, even something as arbitrary as bringing a bite to eat, would let him settle his own mind a bit. His arm lifted to stroke Malia's side and he sighed, small and set. "Yeah. Good idea. We did sort of... not eat." He kissed her forehead and stood, glancing back to Sunny with a pang of guilt.<br/><br/><i>This is my fault.<br/>
</i><br/>If he hadn't gone alone, if he hadn't pushed his troops so hard, if he hadn't made so many mistakes--would the two of them even had to have rescued him? Would Max still have defected like he had? Would Sunny have ended up comatose and poisoned? He didn't know, and the thoughts disturbed him. His thoughts troubled him all the way to the cafeteria.<br/><br/>While he was gone the machines monitoring Sunny all fluttered, beeping more rapidly before falling back to silence. The Strider opened her eyes slowly and groaned. She lifted one hand to rub at her own face and blinked a few times before she looked over at Malia. "<i>Ai mierda,</i>" she muttered. "I feel like hell. Like I'm burning. Lili, what the hell happened?" She rubbed her face again and covered her eyes with one hand. She tried to sit up, but curled up only halfway before she slumped down flat onto her back again. "What the hell?" she whispered, staring down at her own legs. Sunny shoved herself upright on her elbows and her eyes widened as she stared at her own feet. "Lili," she whispered, "why can't I move my legs? Why can't I feel them?"