Whose deer it would be was still unknown; whoever woke up first would be the final winner.
As she finished saying this, her consciousness was already starting to blur.
"Obviously me!"
Phoebe blinked his slightly dry eyes, braced himself on his arms, and tried to reach for the phone on the table.
If she let him make that call, she would definitely lose.
Burning up the last of her awareness and strength, Fifteen sprang up and tackled Phoebe back onto the bed.
Bang!
Phoebe's hand, which had just hooked the phone, slashed out sharply; the phone on the table crashed straight to the floor, the receiver rolling far away.
Withdrawing her gaze from the fallen phone, Fifteen lifted her face and smiled at him.
"That's not a given!"
As soon as she said this, she collapsed weakly onto his chest.
The struggle had boosted her blood circulation, and the drug was now kicking in fast; at this point she had no strength left in her body at all.
