A part of Verity wanted to automatically respond to the clear command in Angelina's voice. Verity wasn't a leader by inclination, and the tone in Angelina's voice expected obedience.
But the bigger part of Verity was terrified by the idea of getting isolated in the hospital wing. In her exhausted mind, the hospital wing meant surrendering herself into the hands on strangers who could lock her away like an asylum. "I'm f-" Verity tried to turn her face away, but she had fallen at an awkward angle.
After two weeks of stress and near-secrecy, she just wasn't thinking clearly. All she knew right now was that she was scared. "Back off, Johnson!" she rasped. "Please."