"Shh," said Mattie. Her chest heaved and her head felt light; she didn't know why. "Don't waste your energy trying to talk. Was that a sorry? You shouldn't be, okay? I know it isn't easy, but you should try to relax and rest." She rubbed his hand gently in hopes of making him feel better. "Focus on fighting this off. I'm right here." [i]To set you on fire once you try to bite my head off.[/i] The thought made her eyes glimmer with tears. Pansy. 

She turned her head when Jacob spoke. "I'm staying here," she proclaimed, her voice set. It was her fault Nicholas was suffering like this, and she was damn well going to stick with the poor bastard until the end. She added, lying: "To watch out for that creep who played ding-dong-ditch with us. He is going [i]down.[/i]" Her attempt to make humor had been half-hearted and weak, and she knew it. And the lie was obvious.