"You couldn't give me a blood transfusion if you wanted to," he said. "I very much doubt that Spiran blood types tally with those found in Ryoka, meaning that you lack a suitable donor."

Lumi looked at Szayel coolly, slightly suspicious of the fact that he seemed genuinely annoyed that he wasn't submitting to the tests or the antibiotics.

"That said, the blood test wasn't among the items on that list," he pointed out, eyebrow arched. "So that's one thing that is unnecessary. The ... rustic," he wrinkled his nose, thinking back to the carefully produced fare he kept aboard his ship, "Spiran food will necessitate a high iron diet. It's difficult not to be aware of that."

The food had been one thing he had struggled with the most since arriving. He used to relish similar in the dockside restaurants of the stations he visited, considering them a treat, but he had always gone back to the perfectly balanced selection of items that most spacers kept a handy stock of. It was something he missed.

"Obviously I'm aware of the rehabilitation and dressing aspects of the healing process, though you will find that I heal quite readily without help."