Re: Health is the greatest gift.
Ronan finally found his sea legs, at the audible insisting of Braddock. Mars stood and only leaned on the bed slightly and when he knew his lunch wasn't about to make a reappearance he started to talk. "Blood, his body is starved for it." The Irishman concentrated on the vibes Brayden's maturing body was pumping out. "He absorbs it, any blood. His body is changing and it needs fuel." Ronan didn't have much information past that. "Definitely some kind of physical mutation."
Nathaniel heard Ronan, but didn't respond to the other man. Mateo's pup had walked through the wizard and seemingly transmitted a message from Brayden's astral mind. The tears from Nate's eyes fell on the boy's sleeves, his face still close, nearly pressed atop his son. "I love you too," he whispered toward his son's beautiful little face, still pale as snow. "If you beat this, I'll never make you take it easy on Petr again," the father swore.
Illyana watched, silently, and wished she could have done more than just bring Mars. But when Brian shooed the astral wolf away, she accepted the wayward projection into her lap. "You're a good doggo," she rubbed under pup's chin and then sat on the infirmary floor. She'd stay on the chance she could become more useful, or until the other men had tired of Ronan.
Nate suddenly felt heat against his palm and noticed the grey from Brayden's hand spread to Nathaniel's fingers. His son's body had begun to take substance he craved straight from Nate himself. "Brian..." He alerted the doctor, but didn't remove his hands. He'd give until the doctor pulled their hands apart.