“It’s okay. You were dealing with stuff.” He pulled his compass out of his pocket. “What do you think we should do?”
Spren flittered into view, hoping she hadn’t been forgotten.
I might use something similar
it needs to be rewritten obviously
ignote the guy who called her bony and the fact that there was no gunshot and uh and everything but basically yeah
He blinked.
“Wait, really?”
“That’s up to Aden,” she said. “I don’t know how it works— if it needs a wireless connection or what. I’ll be working on the antidote.”
She nodded and moved to the monitor. “I don’t need new scans; I’ll just set the computer to find your nanites.”
He slowly let go of her.
“Tam, they could be dying,” he whispered. “Maybe they’re already dead.”