"I don't do well with needles." Walter looked downwards at Onora as her pace seemed to suddenly slow. She had eaten, returned to her room to freshen up before going to medical; she thought it was a little pointless, but oh well. She decided to slip this little nugget of information in as Walter led the way down to where she was needed. "It's just the thought of something being stabbed into my arm. It's gross." She admitted frankly. It was gross. Utterly disgusting. She shuddered and Walter looked at her worriedly, "Even worse if it's in my hand." She sounded despairing as she slapped her hands to her cheeks. He raised an eyebrow, he didn't get it, but he did understand people were prone to fearing certain things. "Oh God, I'm so going to faint!" She exclaimed with a groan. She really didn't want to faint. That was both embarrassing and...well, embarrassing. She wasn't so stupid as to think that the medical team here wouldn't look after her if she did so. They would take care, look after and treat her for the after-effects of lost blood. Surely she couldn't have been the only person fearing the thought of blood tests and needles? The thought of one of the tough looking security team sharing her pain made a wry smile appear on her face. Not so tough now, are they? Shaking her head, she glanced up at Walter. He had been silent all this time, just letting her prattle on like a frantic sounding worrier.

"Would you like me to stay with you?" Onora's eyes widened a little at his question. He just continued walking with his hands behind his back, unlike hers which were gripping onto each other for dear life. She looked positively nerve wracked, she had been playing with the hem of her top for a few seconds and ruffled it slightly. In comparison, Walter looked as calm and collected as ever. Everything about him just seemed so neat. Onora envied him a little. Noticing that she was just eyeing him up, Walter stopped and looked at her. "Is there something wrong?"

"Other than the obvious?"

"Yes."

"No. No, I'm good. Or as good as I can be." Onora replied while finally stopping finger twiddling to let out a sigh and look at him. "And yes." Walter's head tilted a little, "Can you stay?" She asked, she didn't know if he had other things which were needing to be done. But then, if he did, surely he wouldn't have even put the offer out there? She didn't know. But she did know the thought of having someone there that she knew, and trusted a little, would be nice. Yes, Walter would probably be as clinical as those which were going to be around her; but at least she knew he couldn't help but be like that.

"I can." He replied, even though he didn't really need to. He could've just nodded and continued leading her away. But he wished to answer to merely continue a conversation. Finding pleasure in the small things here, small things like talking. That wasn't to say the others didn't talk to him. But they seemed to only talk to him when they needed something. They had each other. They were all with their respected partners, there was nothing Walter could provide for them. It was nice, to be needed, and wanted. Those were thoughts which hadn't ever passed his mind before. He looked puzzled, he supposed it was only normal for thoughts and feelings to appear that weren't present before because of now being surrounded by people.

"Walter?" Onora piped up again after a few more seconds of silence. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue on. "You never had to stay with any of the others, did you?"

"No. I was not needed." Walter replied, he watched as her shoulders slumped and she looked pretty dismal. He looked around for inspiration, "But they had each other. You are alone." He said, thinking he did good, only to watch her look slightly more miserable. Walter pulled a hand out from behind his back and settled it on her shoulder, her eyes slowly slid up to look at him. "You're not alone anymore." Her eyes brightened up a little at that, "I shall be with you, for as long as you want me to."

"Here to help, right?"

"I didn't mention it, though I wished to point it out. And you went back on our agreement."

Onora's nose scrunched up, "I was waiting for you to say it, to be honest with you, Walter."

"Am I that predictable?"

She laughed and took his hand from her shoulder, she patted it softly before letting him go. "No." She continued onwards, though she stopped and looked around the corridor confused. Turning on her heels she looked back to him, "Which way?" She hadn't been allowed to explore much of this building really. So of course she wouldn't have a clue which way medical was.

Walter gestured a hand and walked forwards, Onora just nodded and trotted after him. "I am going to presume you will wish for me to not mention my staying with you to any of the others?"

"I would be grateful if you didn't."

"Though they may find out anyway." Small place, people talked. He frowned, "You might be ridiculed."

"I know." Onora hung her head with a sigh. People would probably find it amusing that someone going into space would be afraid of needles, and want moral support from someone who probably didn't even really know what moral support was. She frowned and stomped a foot, "I don't care!"

Walter looked at her with slightly wide eyes. Where that sudden shout came from, he didn't know. "Sorry?"

"You are the only person really so far that has made me feel welcomed. No offence to Karine, but, well, I've not seen much of her, have I? You're always there, Walter. And you don't have to stay. You didn't have to offer, even...if I get jokes sent my way because of my option of company, then I simply don't care. As you said, they have each other, who do I have?"

"Me." Walter said while stopping at a set of double doors.

She looked up at him with a smile. "Exactly!" She nodded and actually sounded a little sarcastic, but Walter wasn't taking her word as sarcasm because of the honest expression on her face. "I have you, Walter. And I am extremely thankful for it. Tell me, you can feel pain, right?"

Walter frowned, he didn't like the sound of this. "To an extent yes. My pain receptors have been modified through different tests."

"I only ask because I'm going to apologise in advance." Onora said while looking warily to the door.

Walter's head tilted in confusion, "For what?"

She smiled awkwardly and looked up at him. "For squeezing the life out of your hand." She pushed open the door and walked in with him following her. He did look down at his hands, and even look to hers. She was smaller than him, slighter and shorter. He already knew her hands could be easily enveloped in his own. How exactly she planned to do as she said, he didn't know.

He supposed there was one way to find out. He watched the simple exchange between Onora and the doctor present, there were other nursing staff around but they were all standing to one side busy with other tasks. He was sent curious looks, but ignored them when she reached across and pulled at his sleeve. Walter started forwards and stood next to the chair she now sat in. He looked with a curious expression of his own when there was a hand waved up at him a little frantically. He was busy watching the doctor prepare for everything, that Onora had taken to lightly hitting him on the arm with her hand. Seemingly she needed some sort of support way before a needle even got close to her skin.

Walter reached up and slipped his hand into hers, instantly it got grasped onto. Walter raised an eyebrow, she was seemingly stronger than she seemed. He gently wrapped his fingers around her hand and held on. He looked to the doctor when he wheeled over on a stool, he glanced at the pair. "You can look away." He said, though really the underlining hint of her actually looking away could be picked up. Her face was suddenly pale and nervous looking, she was eyeing everything up with a hesitant sceptical eye.

"No. No, that's a horrible idea! What if something goes wrong? I'd prefer to watch to see what's going on. Not being able to see what's going on would make me worse." She said quickly, the doctor didn't look bought. She swallowed thickly, "I already feel sick, can we just get this over with?" She asked in a tense tone. Everything was so white here, bright and clinical and the smell of cleaning product made her feel light headed and worse. "Actually," she was wincing in her seat and pulled her hand, Walter stepped a little closer. "Looking away might be good." That needle wasn't doing her any favours. She practically hid her face against Walter's sleeve. She did send a quiet sorry up to him. He probably thought she was rather pathetic, acting like this. Wouldn't surprise her if he reported that she probably wasn't fit for this mission, just for how childish she was acting right now. She couldn't help it, she truly hated needles. She bit her lip to keep a quiet whimper in when she felt it pierce her skin. Her feet dug into the floor as her hand tightened around Walter's, he gently held her hand right back. It was comforting actually, to have an anchor. And Walter was about as much of an anchor as possible, steadfast and sturdy. Not likely to flinch and withdraw, ever calm when present.

"You're done."

With that, Onora let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and just stayed leaning against Walter's arm. Feeling him shift, she groaned quietly. Opening her eyes, she blinked a little blearily when her eyes looked into the clear blue eyes of Walter. He had knelt down to her level, or thereabouts, him crouching meant she was a little taller than him thanks to the chair. He reached up and placed a hand to her forehead, she all but leaned heavily against it. He looked at her worriedly, she looked bad. Not that he voiced it. Pale, withdrawn. Walter quickly removed his hand and reached up and wrapped his arms around her when she all but collapsed out of the chair.

The doctor looked at them, "Well that's not very good." Walter managed to tuck her head against his shoulder, he stood and picked her up with him. He looked to the doctor, he sighed in response. "Well, we can't do anymore tests with her like that, can we?" He stated, as if he needed to expand on his earlier words. Walter just frowned, lips pressing into a thin line. "Bring her back when she wakes." There wasn't a chance of knowing when she'd wake. She had fainted, there was no need for him to fuss around her, not when she was with Walter. He was more than able to look after her. If something a little more serious was wrong with her, then sure, he'd be showing more concern. But as it is, he had other things he needed to do than fuss over a fainter.

He easily made his way back to her room, he didn't pass anyone, and no one was any the wiser as to what had happened. By the time he walked through the door, there was a quiet groan from his arms. Onora came to slowly, her eyes opened and shut a few times before she jolted and he nearly dropped her. Sure, waking up in his arms was startling to her. Her head was comfily against his shoulder, her legs were being cradled by an arm while her back was being held much the same. "You fainted." Walter felt like he should state what happened.

"I know."

"Perhaps our earlier thoughts of ridicule for your choice in company wasn't what we should've been focussed on."

"Not now, Walter." Onora sounded tired, she did look grumpily up at him.

"You are to go back when you woke." Walter moved into her room, he looked down at the bed and then at her. "But I am not taking you back. You need rest, how can you go through more tests when you've just fainted? I am certain there is no specific rush to get these tests over and done with. The main thing has been done." He placed her down, only to stop when she grasped onto his forearms. He paused in his retreat and looked to her worried face.

"I'm sorry for fainting on you."

He smiled, "Don't worry about it." He looked to her hands, she was gripping onto him rather tightly. Walter sighed and looked slowly back up at her, "Allow me to get you a drink." Water, specifically. She hesitantly let his arms go, Walter nodded and left. No one was still in the main living space, so there was no one there to question what he was doing. Not that anyone ever did. He returned back to her, she had propped herself more upright in bed. Holding the glass, he stood to one side, "Drink it slowly." The last thing he needed was for her body to go into sudden shock. Onora nodded and took the glass from him, she sipped at it. Walter nodded, pleased she listened to him.

She placed the glass on the bedside table before looking at him. Walter just looked down at her, Onora sighed and scooted along before patting the bed. Walter looked perplexed, "Sit with me." He still didn't budge, she looked at him sadly. "Please?" He turned and shut the door before hesitantly sitting down beside her. He stretched his legs out and sat upright and staring at the wall opposite. This was unusual, he looked slowly to the side at Onora. She was leaning back against the pillows, her own legs stretched out but now under the covers.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you."

Walter just nodded his head, he looked down at the cover underneath him and then up at Onora. He didn't get it, why he was being asked to stay, that is. He looked around the room, perhaps it was another comfort thing? Walter slowly blinked, he didn't know he could bring comfort just by being close. Apparently he did. Onora yawned quietly, and he looked to her. "I shall leave you to sleep."

"No! No..." Onora moved too quickly and squeezed her eyes shut. Walter placed a hand on her shoulder. "Can you stay, please?"

"May I ask why?"

"Because I don't want to be alone, and feeling rubbish." Onora replied honestly. "You said it, they all have each other. We have no one but each other." Surely he disliked being alone too? Be fair, she was close to going to sleep so she wouldn't be great company. But even still...Walter nodded slowly regardless though, she smiled thankfully. He settled back against the headboard, and she looked around the room before looking at him from the corner of her eyes. With a sigh, she shut her eyes and leaned her head to the side. Walter glanced down at the sudden weight against his shoulder, closeness. The most he had had with the others was just standing beside them. At a stretch shake their hands when meeting them. Onora had gone against all of that. Walter couldn't seemingly help but let his head slide to the side and rest against hers. He shut his eyes, he didn't need sleep, but staring at a wall was boring. By the way Onora had suddenly got a little heavier, he suspected she had now well and truly gone to sleep.