I'm not administering epinephrine. We don't know what this is.

[ At least he's capable of getting up and moving around. In pain, but not immobile. That's good. Stephen leads him through to the first aid room, careful not to go so fast as to make him travel more rapidly than is good for him.

Inside, he nudges him by the elbow toward the exam table. ]

I'm going to set you up with an IV. If this doesn't ease up soon, we'll put you in the medi-unit. This was his power. I'm not leaving your treatment to best guesses and I don't have the diagnostic tools here to run the tests.

[ That declared and halfway to pulling the necessary equipment from drawers and cupboards, he almost goes ahead with the next part automatically— stops himself before his chest can so much as glow and turns to face Jason. It's been a long time since he first used his power on him. It hadn't been welcome then, and he can't imagine it'll be welcome now. ]

I want to check your internal processes. I can do that with my power, with your permission. I won't go anywhere near your thoughts.