A/N: I tried to keep their bickering in-character. I really don't know where I'm going with this, I'm just gonna go with what feels most likely for their characters. Enjoy!
"Myka, you're kidding me, right? I mean, really? Really?"
"Yes, Pete, really. Now could you please stop talking so loudly?" Myka took the clipboard that the nurse held out to her and signed her name.
"You've only been here for a few hours. You should at least stay overnight," Pete tried to reason with her.
"We've already been over this. I'm fine. I want to go back to the hotel."
"Myka, you nearly died!"
"Well I'm not dead now, so can you just drop it?" she snapped. "I am going back to the hotel with or without you."
Pete sighed, knowing that this was a battle he just wasn't going to win. "Fine, I'm coming with you."
The Farnsworth just then decided to buzz. "What is it, Artie?" Pete sighed, turning away from Myka as she signed the last of the paperwork.
"What do you mean? 'What is it, Artie?' The last I heard from you Myka nearly drowned and I was calling paramedics. How is she?"
"Well, she's back to her normal, pleasant self, so I'd say she's great!" Pete turned to look at her over his shoulder and caught her glare.
"What did the doctors say?" Artie continued.
"That she seems to be fine, but there's always a risk of some permanent damage. They wanted to keep her overnight but she's signing herself out against medical advice."
"She shouldn't do that."
"Gee, thanks, Artie, why didn't I think that?" Pete was getting seriously frustrated with both of them at this point. "We're going to go back to the hotel."
"Okay, just let me know what's going on. Did you get the artifact?"
"No. I mean, she might not always be the easiest to get along with, but I though she was more important than the artifact at that particular moment." This time it was Pete's turn to glare at her for being difficult.
"Right, right, okay. You guys have had a rough night, I'll talk to you later."
"Gotcha." Pete snapped the Farnsworth shut and went back over to Myka. "Ready to go?"
"Yes. Definitely."
"Okay, let's go." He helped her up out of the bed and down the hall, out of the hospital entrance to where a cab was waiting.
"You okay?" Pete asked. "You seem quieter than normal." That was the understatement of the century. He had noticed that she would seem fine as long as he spoke to her first or annoyed her first, but she wouldn't talk unless he started it.
"I'm exhausted. I just want to go to sleep." She leaned her head against the window of the cab and stared absently out the window.
"Myka?" Pete questioned. "Myka, hey Myka, look at me."
"What, Pete?" she grumbled, but listened to his request anyway.
"Nothing, you just- you were freaking me out right there."
Myka gave him a questioning look but didn't comment. Pete knew she must think him at least a little odd, but if he were completely honest her look out the window had reminded him of earlier in the water; her eyes were open, staring ahead, but somehow not seeing, blank, like she was-
"Myka?" he asked again, trying to get the images out of his head.
"Pete," she whined, but closed her eyes as she leaned back on the cold glass of the window.
"Nevermind, sorry." Pete turned his gaze to his window and watched the buildings go by, knowing that it was going to be a very long night.
