It didn't take a trained physician to know that was a bad idea. Even with the expertise that Angela possessed, a human being could only push him or herself so far. Certainly, a person's breaking point varied. Some push themselves to unimaginable feats while others failed from the get go. It was how you perceived the challenge that would determine how successful you'd be. However, if the body couldn't keep up with the mind, that was how mistakes happened. 

Fareeha shook her head and was about to voice her disagreement, but Angela had already started the process. Unable to do anything but wait in silence, she gripped Angela's hand. The pain was painted clear on Angela's face. Whatever the nano machines or whatever the doctor used did, whatever pain felt from the recovery wasn't mitigated. Fareeha supposed there were trade offs to the miracle medicine. Efficacy in lieu of comfort. It wasn't such a bad a trade off all things considered. It would've just been an added bonus. Fareeha was certainly thankful for the technology, even if Angela was the only one who could use it. 

Painful moments passed until Angela finally opened her eyes. Though she looked fine, Fareeha's bubble of worry had yet to pop. Letting Angela's hand go, she watched intently as the doctor tried to stand up. The telltale signs of nausea and dizziness assailed the doctor as she sat back down. 

Fareeha grimaced. She reached out and rested her hand on Angela's lap. She fixed her with the best 'try that again, and I'll knock you out' look. "This is different. You were wounded. I doubt you were when fixing him up. You rest up. You hear? I don't need Swiss brass drilling me with questions. I [i]can't[/i] let anything happen to you. Permanently anyway." Looking back at her healing ribs, Fareeha exhaled. "I could never ask you to heal me in your condition. You have nothing to be sorry for."

Trying to shift in her cot, Fareeha bit her tongue as acute pain flamed through her midsection. She laid back down and moved as little as possible. She chuckled. "I would offer you the cot," she said. She looked around. All the medical personnel were occupied. "What can I do for you, Angela? I'll do what I can."