This couldn't possibly hurt enough to warrant that kind of roar.
Lestat held on.
The images in Hulk's blood bled together with the images that would be in Banner's, which made sense. They were coherent, where he knew Hulk was not, which also made sense, since Banner was very, very smart. He could see a flood of images beginning with Banner's childhood, his parents... and he felt a rush of hatred for Banner's father and almost all memories connected to him. He could see how he became Hulk, the efforts he'd made at studying and control. Then the City. Enigma. River Tam. A few other familiar faces.
All of this was in the space of a few moments.
And Lestat let go. He didn't know if radiation could kill him, so swallowing too much of it was not smart. He licked blood off of a fang and, with great effort, pulled his leg out from under Hulk.
He could not stand up yet. He could heal, but not quite that fast. Even with fresh blood in his system.