Hank nodded as he spoke, flicking through the notes as Bruce spoke. Upon his getting up, Hank moved over to sit where Bruce has been and pulled the sample of blood and the purple looking liquid that must have been what he was working on. “Any side effects?” he asked, never looking up as he placed a drop of Bruce’s blood on a slide of glass, sticking it under the microscope and adjusting the focus before adding a drop of the antidote. Hank watched as the few green cells fizzled for a moment before settling down. He watched for a moment longer, knowing where this could potentially head. It all seemed fine until a few blood cells shrivelled up and died.
“It’s thinning your blood, m’boy. That could be problematic….”
Bruce tugged on his shirtsleeves, covering his shaking hands while Hank was distracted, and crossed them over his chest. “Not many that I care about or can’t ignore.” He said blithely, knowing what Hank would be seeing. “I’ll fix that though. I know others are a bit more concerned for my welfare than I could care to be. I just want it to do the job. I don’t care about what else happens.” He leaned against the other workstation. He felt exhausted and bitter and would probably be classified as reckless at this point, but he just…didn’t care.
Hank licked his bottom lip before pushing himself away from the work station, taking off his glasses and looking back at Bruce. That was when he noticed the mans’ appearance. Purple bags under his eyes, glazey eyes, not to mention, shaking hands, pale skin. “You’ve been eating, haven’t you? If you’ve been taking blood you need to eat.” Not only was he a scientist, but people seemed to forget he was a pretty good GP, too. “And my guess is that this is your third day without much sleep.” He scratched at his temple with a claw, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. “You know I find it much easier to work when you’re not malnourished. Easier to concentrate…”