Szayel, quietly, seethed. It showed in the way he clenched his fist, and the way his nostrils flared when he inhaled, which he did a little more sharply than usual. His jaw was set too, as he looked from Marluxia, to Lumi, to the cannula still sitting in Lumi's veins.
"Potentially a blood transfusion, or at the least, a high iron diet for the next few weeks, rest, rehabilitation, wound redressing, perhaps debridement of the wound if it fails to heal as expected," he rattled off, tersely. "Sleep is only among the things you require, which, if you've gone through this before, you should know."
Then he huffed, looking intensely unhappy. "If you insist on refusing treatment now, rest assured that if you need it further down the line, I'll take great delight in telling you that I told you so."
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2016-05-25 12:03 am (UTC)"Potentially a blood transfusion, or at the least, a high iron diet for the next few weeks, rest, rehabilitation, wound redressing, perhaps debridement of the wound if it fails to heal as expected," he rattled off, tersely. "Sleep is only among the things you require, which, if you've gone through this before, you should know."
Then he huffed, looking intensely unhappy. "If you insist on refusing treatment now, rest assured that if you need it further down the line, I'll take great delight in telling you that I told you so."