Hank excused himself again - he was the doctor, but Scott was in good hands for the practical bits and Hank could analyze that blood sample more, and watch the readouts being sent to monitors back there, through the table itself.
Warren was effectively a giant bird of prey - his entire body was adapted for flight, including his metabolism. Which meant that even without the blood loss, he would have needed food after a fast as hell flight down to the the Mansion. After losing the blood, well, he wasn't going to argue about being given a candy bar from a nice guy who insisted on calling him son.
"Thank you." He was back to being polite as he opened the wrapper. "You should be able to replace it here, and should." They had a lot of kids who ate. Some because they were teenagers, some because their mutations burned extra energy and they needed the calories, some because they'd been starved and needed food security.
On the table Scott was... less unconscious than he had been, in part due to the jolt of pain that came from having his arm set. He was restless, and pretty obviously uncomfortable at least. Trying to shift his position, tightening his jaw here and there, eyebrows drawing down in a mild grimace. Unrestrained, he probably would have wound up curled up in a fetal position but that wasn't possible at the moment and shouldn't be.
"I know why Charles isn't helping him with this, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch." That was for Alan's benefit. Momentary snark aside, he liked the guy and he clearly cared about Scott.
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Date: 2015-10-13 01:52 pm (UTC)Warren was effectively a giant bird of prey - his entire body was adapted for flight, including his metabolism. Which meant that even without the blood loss, he would have needed food after a fast as hell flight down to the the Mansion. After losing the blood, well, he wasn't going to argue about being given a candy bar from a nice guy who insisted on calling him son.
"Thank you." He was back to being polite as he opened the wrapper. "You should be able to replace it here, and should." They had a lot of kids who ate. Some because they were teenagers, some because their mutations burned extra energy and they needed the calories, some because they'd been starved and needed food security.
On the table Scott was... less unconscious than he had been, in part due to the jolt of pain that came from having his arm set. He was restless, and pretty obviously uncomfortable at least. Trying to shift his position, tightening his jaw here and there, eyebrows drawing down in a mild grimace. Unrestrained, he probably would have wound up curled up in a fetal position but that wasn't possible at the moment and shouldn't be.
"I know why Charles isn't helping him with this, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch." That was for Alan's benefit. Momentary snark aside, he liked the guy and he clearly cared about Scott.