As it was, Greg was ready to start biting Nox's hand. Thankfully, when they got to the infirmary, the healers took one look and said they weren't drawing blood from Greg with the state of slight panic and fear. He and could pee in a cup. Greg didn't act smug or like a smart alec. He was actually relieved. "Thank fuck," he sighed. "Quit being a fuckin soldier, dude. Geez." He looked at Nox, a little winded. Running a hand through his hair, he shook a clump out. "Losing my hair from the stress."