[Plenty of time to rave and curse his name when the delirium sets in. She's not even going to chide him for his choice of endearment, focused as she is on hobbling toward safety and-- hopefully-- enough antibiotics to keep this day from getting worse.]
Okay, [she breathes, not in response. She's telling herself, really.] Let's go.
action;
Okay, [she breathes, not in response. She's telling herself, really.] Let's go.