"I can wait," Rita volunteered easily, not wanting to be either in the way, or more of a hassle than necessary. "I'm not that /injured, I can/ wait." The doctor released her, as she stood on her own. Standing was simple, and she held the pillow almost more for comfort than for helping with her ribs.
With a nod, she told the blonde that she could. "I can, but if you could..." It was not that she meant to follow the mode of ending her sentence, as much as she was worried that the ship would go topsy turvy again, and she did not want to be alone when it did.