Maybe not. But I am. Calling you every time I want help and then kicking you out when I can't deal with it, it's a shitty way to treat you. It's just hard when I feel - [broken] - like this.

[It's kind of a speech. It's important to her, though - something she needs to say. Her fingers tighten against him and she sucks air, shakes her head.]

I'm gonna make it up to you. Get a leg, get back on track. Start work again. I'll be better.