The sight of the syringe was countered by the knowledge of who was holding it. Peter released Faith, and nodded to Nathan, offering his arm. More drugs in his system would have been a deadly combination for his liver, but thankfully, his healing ability was keeping that from being an issue. At the new dose, his heartbeat kicked up, head spinning for a moment - but the fog in his brain began to clear, breaking apart like clouds after a thunderstorm.
He gripped Nathan's arm with renewed strength. Not his full strength. The drugs in his system would have to clear out on their own before he would be able to access his powers without hurting himself, but he was already more coherent, felt more in control of himself.
And he heard Faith starting to interrogate Bela. "Faith," he said, shaking his head lightly. "She helped me. It could have gotten her killed, but she helped me."
He stepped back, leaning hard against Nathan to keep from stumbling. "We're going to protect her." I promised, was the thought that carried back to Nathan, over the restored link between their minds. I promised to help her.