Pursing her lips together, she remained silent and put the syringe on her side of the bed. For a while she didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say. Eventually she decided to tell him that, "I don't know, Tony.." she said honestly. "I'm really not mad.. and I'm not hurt. I'm just.. I feel bad for her. Maybe too bad." she rubbed the back of her head, "I'm going to die, Tony.. eventually.. sooner then you will. And before that I'm going to be.. a total shell of myself. Sophie could have it.. the baby could have it.." she didn't know where she was going with it, so she just trailed off and shrugged.