“Of course not. It’s not as though I’m going to drink the stuff.” Summer rubbed her fingers around the IV line, hating the way it felt in her arm. It made her feel vaguely nauseous, on top of the headache. Or maybe that was the headache. “You’re always welcome here, to anything of mine.”
Vex nodded at that, figuring that it made enough sense. Her next words came to a bit more surprise however; blinking in surprise, he gave a small, happy nod of understanding. Noticing that the IV had started to annoy her, he set his coffee down and moved closer to the couch, taking hold of her arm. “Sit still,” he instructed absently as he gently took the IV out of her arm, tossing the needle/IV into a small bio-hazard bucket that the doctor had left for this purpose. ”There.”
She put her thumb over the bead of blood, pressing, and made a noise of disgust. “I /hate/ needles.” She held out her arm to Vex. “Kiss it better?”