"No," Hank said. He pushed his headset off his ear and it landed haphazardly on the metal counter as he passed it by. In quite a rush, he reached his colleagues and their patient, seemingly let down that Joe had healed the wound on the girl's lower neck. The blood that still clung to her skin and had saturated her sweater smelled incredible, however, and it took him a moment to gather his train of thought in order to explain things properly to Jean and Josiah. He shrugged off his lab coat and took her by the neck (gently), then used his free hand to open each of her eyes and spy into each one. The process was already beginning, of course. "This is a pain I'm sure you both remember that can't easily be alleviated by drugs or unconsciousness..." His blue brow was furrowed over conflicted blue eyes. They met Jean's browns, and he tried his best to convey he was of sound mind and not being pushed by bloodlust. While he still looked over the face of the redhead beside him, he pushed up his sleeves and took hold of Zap's arm. His eyes flicked once to Josiah, who was still a bit jittery and would more than likely be more prone to act rash in reaction to what he was about to do. "It needs to be finished." He raised her forearm to his mouth and without a second thought or another word he dipped his fangs under the soft skin of the underarm. He drank little, but injected as much as he could for such a situation. His eyes were closed. God, it tasted good. Far better than those freshly-cured humans Shaw kept at his disposal. And certainly better than his own synthetic concoction...