Nodding, she stood, pausing for a moment. She noticed his labored breathing and the pained look he was trying to hide. Stepping over to a table against the wall, she poked around in a bag before coming back with several things.<br/><br/>With him sitting, she took three vials of blood, setting them aside. Grabbing the syringe from the table, she filled it from two small bottles emptying the contents into Warren's arm.<br/><br/>"Something a little stronger for the pain," she said. "Hopefully it'll last longer this time."