Re: [Facility: Tony Triage]
We're here to wake him up. [She spoke from her place against the wall, across the hall and without coming any closer to keep from needing to raise her voice to be heard. All this white, all this quiet, it just didn't sit well with her. It wasn't her environment, and it felt like ants were climbing along her arms. The kitty cat hated ants.] Faol mentioned dialysis, filtering his blood. I don't know anything about any of that, but it's not like it can do any harm, can it? [She glanced toward the bed, at the man lying there, lifeless.] If it kills him, at least it's an opportunity. And anything is better than this.
[That was a spur-of-the-moment decision, made just then, while watching machines breathe for the patient. Tony would hate that, that helplessness and Pepper sitting there, wringing her hands. Shoulders back, and with a tone that dared defiance.] This isn't living, and he wouldn't want it. So we try, and we try, but we don't just leave him like this.
[Maybe it wasn't her place to make decisions. Maybe that fell to the woman sitting beside the bed, but Selina wasn't very good at sitting by. And, after all, she'd been the one in Tony's disaster of a cave dream recently, and surely that gave her some say. Not that she needed that as an excuse. Because this? This wasn't life. If Tony died while they tried to revive him? Well, she'd live with that, and she'd be glad they tried. If it was her in that bed? She'd want the chance, and she and Tony weren't always so unalike.]