"Ow! Goddamnit!" Victor Reilly yelled as McGregor withdrew the needle from his skin, and a decent portion of Reilly's blood along with it. "You said it wasn't going to hurt!"
McGregor shrugged. "I lied. I'm a horrible person," He said, turning around and placing the syringe down carefully in an already labelled container.
"That has to be the sixth time you've taken blood from me today."
"The seventh," Ian said, correcting Reilly's math. "The first three samples I need. The last four were just because I enjoy that pained grimace you get when I jab you with one of these things," McGregor said, waving around an empty syringe then putting it back down on the table.
Reilly's eyes narrowed. "You are a horrible person."
"Quiet, you. Now, I'm not going to know the results of the blood tests for a while. So we move on to the next step in Operation: Make Sure Victor Isn't Dying," Ian explained.
"...which is?"
"The CAT scan."
Reilly cocked his head to the side, curiously. "A CAT scan? You're going to put me in a tube?"
McGregor nodded. "A big, scary tube."
Reilly shook his head. "A horrible, horrible person..."
