Rodney squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered a little. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was sure the poison from the yellow flower had moved to his heart. "I'm...having...a...heart...attack," he breathlessly said. He was going to die in some strange place! Rodney didn't want to die there!
He allowed Carson to sit him down on a rock. Looking up at him, Rodney wanted to tell him to tell Jeannie and the rest of them he died doing something noble. "Tell everyone I died while saving a small child from a fire," he pushed out just as someone started to yell. He looked over and saw the blonde.
"Carson! No! Don't talk to her! She's an angel and she's going to take me away!" Rodney's breathing became more ragged and he found himself staring up at Carson. "I'm going to die and..." He trailed off when what Carson said registered with him. Did he just call him 'love'? Dropping his hands to his lap, Rodney took a deep breath.
"Did you just call me 'love'?" he asked, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as he hoped he had heard him right. However, he realized he was getting his hopes up and took a defensive stance again. "If you did, then don't do it again. I'm not one your little nurses you charm on a daily basis." He then pointed at the blonde. "Go call her love."