Emma was just beginning to believe that her subject had fainted, until she heard his raspy voice. She couldn't understand the words though, and moved closer to hear him, only to jump away when he knocked the IV stand away from him. Her heart was racing fast, and she looked down at the file for what seemed to be the hundredth time for any explanation for his behavior. [i]He's probably having one of his episodes,[/i] she thought, her eyes widening at the realization. Would he grow violent and attack her? 

[i]"Its red.."[/i]

Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice, almost forgetting to not look him in the eyes. She quickly looked down to his wrist, which was indeed bleeding. Remembering she had picked up a bag of some sort containing medical supplies during the fitting process, she looked to the corner to find that she had dropped it when she had jumped in shock. Picking it up, she produced some medical gauze and knelt in front of the young man, trying to appear as non-threatening as she could in a hazmat suit. 

"No, you won't die while I'm here," she tried reassuring him. "Would you like me to take a look at it? I can help."