He let out a long drawn sigh at the subject's ear piercing protests, pretending to check his chart one more time, eyes rolling over his history again as he spoke, looking professional, "We can't tell you what we don't know either, I'll have to run some further tests on you to determine exactly what we're dealing with here, it'll be even longer if data proves inconclusive. If anything comes back and if I can dumb it down enough, I'll try my best to give you some answers." That was a blatant lie on his part, but he tried to say it cooly. He didn't owe the boy anything and by right, they were nothing more than guinea pigs in a way and you didn't tell a guinea pig you were about to electrocute it for the sake of science, not that he was going to electrocute the boy...as of yet. 

 Grateful that both halve of him seemed compliant, he took the boy's arm first, cleaning the skin with a numbing agent, before he prepped the needle, "This may sting a little." He warned before drawing a blood sample. Removing the needle and plunger, the syringe capped nicely into a vial. Now was the creature. He doubted they had very much difference in blood composition, he wasn't even sure if the creature had blood, seeming almost ethereal in the beginning. Still eyeing those claws, he reached for the creature's arm. 

 "Do you think you'll need aid to walk?" He asked, taking another syringe from his side pack.
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 Pressing himself against the wall, to make the room feel less constricted, he eyed the creature. His ears pricking at her muffled words, "Friends? Outside?" He repeated slowly, blinking as he slowly processed the words individually. Then he turned and stared at the bed for a good minute before he shuffled towards it, hesitant as he sat down, pulling his legs up to his chest. He rocked back and forth a little, chewing his lip before he spoke up again, "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you're real?" He questioned, before instructing rather assertively, "Take off your helmet. I won't hurt you, you can stop backing away as well, take it off so I can see better." 

 He continued on, not letting another word stop him, "What sort of treatment is this? What have you done to me? To my friends?" Pausing to chew his lip,he scratched at his wrist idly, pressing the still bleeding wound against the white loose shirt he wore, leaving a red stain on it. Jittery, he continued to rock and twiddle his thumbs, fiddle with his fingers, brush his hair back; unable to remain still for even a second. Far too agitated.