"But would the traits be passed on? Is this so-called curse genetic? Or does the curse create a type of sterility? It doesn't exactly need food to continue its existence." Simon watched Lecter for a few moments; it really was undignified.
He stood and started to gather a few things, mainly what he would need to start a saline drip. It would help, but not completely counteract the drug. Again, finding a vein, Dr. Tam made quick work of setting up the iv. He even went so far as to drape an extra cloth under Dr. Lecter's chin to prevent further drooling on the shirt.
"I'll be back to check on you in a few hours." Simon checked the vials again to make sure nothing needed to be refridgerated. He checked the monkey's bags as well. Everything could sit as it was for now; Simon had decided to make the rounds.
"If you can move before I get back, then be careful. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Simon's voice was flat, and he didn't smile. He resettled his coat on his shoulders and headed out, locking the door behind him.