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You don't even try to object. You toss a blanket over yourself and press the side of your face into a pillow. You look up at Brobot.

You lie on your side and watch Brobot quietly. Although there isn't really much to watch, you're interested to see how the guy works.

This process seems longer and more grueling to you than it actually is. Maybe you're just impatient.

Sure, you'll lie down. Fucking why not. And who needs clothes anyways? Don't worry, just let the creepy murderbot do his thing.

You watch him leave (again), and sit up. You do what you've been trying to do for the last two days. Stare at the ceiling and try to ignore the pain you're in. Maybe it's not such a healthy idea, but it is working. That's good enough, isn't it? Since you are obviously too sick and unstable to try to take care of yourself? Why else would Brobot be here? It's not like he just wanted to come over to hang with his "good buddy", "his pal", Dirk. That's not how the dude works. He doesn't have buddies or pals. He doesn't understand friendship (or most human emotions or things). You sigh and look down from the ceiling.