R. Of course it was R. Who else could make her look this sick? He felt a twisting in his gut and the stench alone made him want to throw up himself. But he hadn't eaten anything in a day and a half.

He knew he shouldn't get closer. He knew that if she was becoming like R then his soft fleshy parts wouldn't be safe...

...but he couldn't abandon her. Even knowing how upset Howard was.

"I won't leave you." He promised and took her cold clammy hand in his own pudgy warm paw. He put his broken hand over hers so it was sandwiched between warmth.

"It's gonna be OK. You're gonna wake up in the Capitol and you can have a drink and forget about this."