Rae laughed. Oh Sarah. Always ready, willing and able to break all the rules. She shrugged a shoulder and looked down at the ground. "It's supposed to be real, actual bed rest. Pneumonia is like, twice as serious now as it was when the world was "the world" you know? But like… I don't know if I can do it. I'll go crazy. At least there will be actual people for me to talk to, but you'll be the first one to know if I get too bored, don't even worry," she half-smiled. It should have been when she got too bored, but that was another point entirely. "Besides… I don't think I'm quite ready to brave the water yet, even if I was better…" she muttered, looking at the ocean in the not-too-far-away distance. She wasn't phobic, not really, but the helpless "about to die" feeling was still fresh in her mind.
When Sarah poked her again, Rae huffed an overdramatic sigh and poked Sarah right back. "Mean. Poking a sick person," she narrowed her eyes, putting a hand on her hip. Rae knew she could get away with it, that was the only reason she did it. She could think of three people off the top of her head who wouldn't be knocked flat if they even entertained the thought of poking Sarah in the arm and she was number two on that list. Number one, of course, was Sarah's big brother Nick. "I'll tell Nick, you know. He'll stick up for me," she joked. Mostly because she knew that even though Nick was strong, a battle between Nick and Sarah would more or less be a clash of the titans. And Nick would go incredibly easy on her, being his little sister and all.
Pointedly straying away from the conversation about her mother, because Rae was happy to be out of the infirmary and didn't want her mood dampened, she shrugged. "I don't think it'll turn us into zombies, but if we're not careful about how much of it we eat, it'll definitely do some not-good things to our insides," she maintained.
"Don't do this, Sarah," said Rae seriously. "Please. Don't. It's not like that and you know it." They'd had this conversation a thousand times, to be honest. Rae had made sure never to admit her feelings for Elliot, though she'd mentioned that maybe, in another world, if things were different, they could have had something. It just… wasn't realistic. Not in a time like this, in a world where there were more dead and undead than living, breathing people.