[Nice priorities, Peridot. It's logically true, though, so Don doesn't argue it. He's too tired to make it coherent enough anyway.]

If I'm wheezing or choking, that's a bad sign; if my mouth's hanging open, I can't breathe right. Any of those things means you should wake me and get a doctor as fast as possible.

... At least we know that if I do die, the nanobots are supposed to fix that. [Not really a comfort. Don is hoping he won't die.]