Re: Health is the greatest gift.
Yes, yes, blood. Brian could've told the room that little tidbit. Ugh, Ronan. Moving on. "It's a start," he punctuated Mars' assessment with an equally unhelpful statement. Brian watched while Nathaniel spoke to his son and he felt his chest swell and his own eyes begin to water but smacked himself out of it because A) they weren't losing Brayden and B) he was a fucking professional. "Thank you," he told Illyana without looking to her but snapped his head back toward his patient when Nathaniel called to him.
"Oh," simple as that. His eyes shot toward the bag and it was empty and Brian felt his stomach turn. This could be bad. Being more a scientist than a doctor, Brian couldn't help risking a touch of his own to the boy's free hand, but nothing happened. Right, his own barrier. He sucked it into himself and allowed the true skin-to-skin contact to occur, but after a few dizzying seconds, the sensation ceased and Brian looked to Nate to make sure the other man was okay. "It's slowing," he surmised, blue eyes glancing at Brayden's face. He moved to begin taking vitals and called for Ronan to get Caltrops a seat in case it should be needed. "Oh my," the Brit said and cleared his throat. "Look," he gestured to the mussed hairline on the black-haired little angel. Ironically, there were horny protrusions erupting from his forehead. "Let go," he told Nate, feeling it wasn't necessary to endanger themselves now that things were easing a bit. "I'll get another bag." Then they could measure more accurately what was needed and had been used.