Abby pressed her lips together in anger. She's not angry with Lev, she's angry with herself. She felt the muscles in her arms tighten as the anger moved through her body. She couldn't help herself. Seeing him in this state.
"You look like you're close to it!" Abby snapped, then quickly squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed at her forehead.
Opening her eyes, she looked at him again, face softening, eyes full of concern and love for the young boy. "I'm sorry. It's killing me to see you like this. I need more, Lev. You have to tell me what happened. And we're getting you some medical help."
With that, she pulled out her phone that she still hadn't quite gotten used to. The world she came from, they had nothing like this. The world was destroyed. Full of infected. Quickly typing up a message looking for a doctor, she shoved it back in her pocket and turned back to Lev to talk while they waited for an answer.