"You have to help me." Rommie repeated. "I can not be in love with Tyr! He's Tyr! But then how could anyone not love him? He is gorgeous and strong and well mannered and he has the dreamiest eyes ever and …" she trailed off, burying her head in her hands. When she looked up, it was with determination. "Fix me Harper, now, before I say anything else that stupid again!"
Harper knelt beside her. "Of course I am going to help you Rom-doll. Was there ever any doubt that your one and only resident genius would leave you to a fate such as that?" He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. "Only, it might take a while." He muttered.
"How long is a while?" Rommie asked dangerously.
Harper quickly stood up and went to stand behind Trance. "Ten or twelve hours." He squeaked.
"What?" Rommie screamed. An electrical spark jumped out of the console behind Harper, stinging him sharply on his backside. "You fix me NOW, Harper!" she demanded.
Harper didn't answer her, as he was busy hopping around holding his butt as if afraid she would shoot him again.
"It isn't Harper's fault, Rommie." Trance said. "He is going to have to build and then replace all the wires and circuits that the venom has compromised as well as cleaning the rest of your systems to make sure that no venom remains inside you to cause any further damage."
"But twelve hours?" Rommie whined.
"It could be worse." Trance said with a vicious grin. "It could be the entire forty-eight."