She was worried, and acting as quickly and efficiently as she could. But one thing which Faith understood at a fundamental level was that, in medicine, knowing your patient was a good thing; and she knew Padraig Augustin. He was the father of her children, after all. Silver eyes, flecked with red, regarded him and she smiled slightly. "Still picking on the philosophers? I'd have thought that fatherhood would have made you more likely to ponder the great unmentionables in the world." He needed this, this banter between them. They'd always done it after all. Other than .. there had been one time and only one, when their constant push-pull failed them. That had been when they'd just discovered Faith was pregnant with Rose and they had both been in such a state of shock, not to mention utter disbelief, that they'd spent the best part of twenty trials in more-or-less silence.
"And as Famula's son, surely, " she added, as she injected him and started counting in her head while watching for the effects, " you must reflect and ponder an awful lot? Scratch your chin and make umm noises?" As his shivering subsided, Faith allowed herself to breathe out, just slightly. His colour was returning to normal and, as she watched his pulse in his neck, it too began to normalise. When he told her that she was handy to have around, Faith chuckled. "Good of you to notice, I'd say. Very good of you indeed." There was no way that he was ever going to stop taking unnecessary and ridiculous risks ~ totally unlike any times she did anything risky which were both necessary and entirely justified ~ so she was very glad that she was able to help him.
He held out the hand which was no longer shaking and Faith smiled in pleasure ~ but as he said that, she saw the blood dripping out and her smile froze in place. Only for a trill, before she once again adopted the calm and cheery expression. "You are a most awkward man, you know." There was no doubting the truth of that as far as she was concerned. "And frankly, now, you are beginning to show off. Stay there, hold that," saying that she lifted his bleeding arm and directed his other hand to put pressure on the finger. "Thank you. Yes, well." She'd put a coagulating agent in with the first cure, and so it wouldn't be addressed by that, it seemed.
Faith's mind raced and she kept talking as it did. She had to do that, in order to reassure him ~ and frankly to reassure herself too. "I think you've developed a condition called haemophilia. That's where your natural blood clotting agents cease to work and so, when you've got a cut, it doesn't stop." And normally, she'd give him coagulants, but she already had. So, she needed to think, and quickly. "Alright, then, this time I'm going to do something a little bit different. You aren't going to feel a thing, I promise you." Without telling him, without asking him ~ because she knew he'd say no ~ Faith simply used her Zuuda mark, and the fact that they were linked via it, to take the haemophilia from him. Because then, since she could control her own blood completely and could decide to bleed ~ or not ~ she could simply choose not to.
So, that was what she did and, as she asked him to move his hand away from his bleeding arm, she hoped that worked.
