[That flash of pain causes her own expression to turn apologetic for a moment - pushing away her own feelings as she focuses on him once more. But the part where he mentions her safety gets a shake of her head - why are people so hung up on that?]

Don't worry about me. [But what he says next causes her to freeze, her brows furrowing. She stays quiet for now, her eyes widening the more she listens - her lips pressing together in a thin line as she glances down at his device. It all makes sense now.

... There's a pain in her head now, and she lifts a hand to rub at her brow for a moment. Not human, why does that - ]

That's horrible. There's really nothing that can be done to help you, besides that medication?

[Because that's all she cares about. Helping him, rather than the threat of what he could become. But those words still stick out, still cling to her. Not human - it sounds so familiar...

The headache becomes worse, her eyes screwing shut as she places a hand to her head. She can hear people screaming and yelling, a dull roaring noise, and she feels discontented. Like she's floating away, because there's something else in her body now, something that's shoved her out, something not alive -

Her head and the scar on her abdomen hurt so much now, she can feel herself double over, as if the wound has opened itself up again. The pain is almost unbearable, but it soon fades - her eyes fluttering opening with a wince, coughing softly before sitting upright again. She doesn't notice how her hands are clenching so hard into her skirt that the fabric is almost tearing.]

Sorry... Just suddenly got a headache. [That scene felt so... real, though. As if it did really happen - she can still feel her scar aching.]