Bruce could sense the tension and stress on Aaron's shoulders; the grip on the chair was too tight, the brow too set and furrowed to be normal. There would be something to blow up soon, he was sure.
"Let's get you in there. Follow me." he said, waiting for Aaron to send the text before leading them both down the hallway to the MRI room. Secretly, Bruce knew it was nothing more than the island's fuckery but he supposed he had to check.