"Oliver," she said firmly, shaking her head which only caused it to spin so she took a deep breath and sat up. "The wounds will heal, but you need to get someone else," she argued anyway.
If she turned and he was alone with her, she knew he would never be able to kill her like he should. She couldn't blame him, she didn't know that she would be able to do anything like that if their situations were reversed, either. But she couldn't risk him seeing her like that, not after everything he'd been through already.
"Get someone from management," she insisted, lifting her other arm and rubbing against her face. She had to warn him before she passed out or worse. At least the managers seemed to know about her power, but she couldn't imagine what Oliver would go through if she appeared dead and he didn't know.
"If I pass out. If I look like I'm dead but I don't turn, don't worry." It probably made no sense, and maybe she wouldn't even have to worry about this, but she had to warn him. "But if I turn, someone else needs to be here."