A growing disquiet seeps in progressively faster and faster as Verity watched as Ratchet left her side; feeding off his own sense of anxiety compounded with her own latent complications. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she rolled back against the gurney her face half pressed into the metal through the thin blanket. The dizzying exhaustion was like a heavy weight on her shoulders she couldn't stave off with her haywire distress. Verity was a hairs breadth away from passing out until a cool air swept over her as the blankets were ripped off and someone, a human someone, was shining a light in her pinprick dilated pupils.

"Ver-" Verity had her own name half-formed on her lips when she batted away June's hand and wrenched to the side. Head over the gurney she vomited noxious bile onto the floor with her chest heaving, coughing as she rolled on her back again even though her insides burned like it was lined with broken glass.

Complexion clammy, drenched with sweat aggravated by the short shallow breaths she was taking, she was a mess but fought her way through saying her name then her birthday along with some other useless but accurate personal information. Keeping herself talking as she motioned to the wet spot around her temple. Hair matted with dried blood, a minor laceration where she cracked her head against the side of Prowl's driver side window one too many times.

"Ratchet, your friend is scary as hell." She rasped. Even in her condition finding Ratchet deferring to someone else amusing.