Sorry, Chris. Even if the young doctor would allow it, the man next to her wouldn't. He'd seen too much death already. As he'd told Tonks just that morning, he'd lost someone who meant the world to him only days before. The witch hybrid might die before the day was out, but it wasn't going to happen with his consent.
"Yeah, no," Connor said, shaking his head. "Not going there. If you turn into one of them, I accept that I have permission to lop your head off. Till then... We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.". He looked anxiously over at Lexie, looking every bit the part of a family member pleading with her to save his loved one. "Besides, it might not even happen. Maybe it's like pneumonia or something and some people are just fine after it."