Under most any other circumstances, Rawdon would have been scoffing at her for using such a cliche. But as it was, he just gave her a little nod. It was what he need to hear, it was what he needed to believe. Maybe it was one of those illnesses that had to get a little worse before it got better.
She responded so casually that just for a split second he actually managed a small smile. Maybe it was fake, but this was a much, much nicer delusion to be having even if it was. He looked at her as she spoke, the bright lights of the med bay making it difficult to really focus easily. At her suggestion, he just felt like crying - mostly from relief, that there was someone there who cared about him, even a little. He felt less alone, even if she was just a comforting delusion.
"Ah... now I know..." he trailed off, not managing to explain what it was he knew before his eyes rolled back. It was hard to tell if he was just dozing off or losing consciousness, but the heart monitor remained slow and steady, his breathing shallow but regular.