The words came with such an unexpected softness that she almost thought someone else had said them. It occured to her, that he noticed her moment of weakness, and she cursed herself again. Something was wrong today. Something terribly wrong. "True. I don't have to," she said, her voice loosing the strength it possessed earlier. "But I should." A thickness had begun to build up in her throat, blood pounded in her head, and a familiar fever crept over her. She didn't understand what was happening, until she remembered the extra-extra shot that she had requested out of anger. Her body wasn't handling the extra caffeine well.