With Liam’s consent, Kaelan’s eyes rolled up and down the young man’s body, imagining how the next few hours would pass. This was much better than a return to the apartment, and he could always shower in their employee dorms. Again.
“Excellent,” he said, a smile stretching across his face, and added an a new stop to their destination. A few moments later and the doors opened. He didn’t recognize the corridor beyond, but after a few tries, found the main passageway cutting through the heart of the space.
An entire wing of laboratories filled the floor. Kaelan led them to a clinical room first, but despite the basic function of the space, it still required his biodata to clear the door locks.
His gaze drank in the surroundings. Usually there were technicians to fill these duties, but he was trained as well. In school he was responsible for all his own blood draws.
He gestured for Liam to make himself as comfortable as possible. The suite was arranged with a table in the center. There were a number of small attachments that swung up and around the table, but they were all left untouched for now. He flipped on the bright overhead lights first. Then he went about arranging the instruments.
As he stretched his hands into a pair of disposable gloves, he turned back to Liam. His eyes were already studying the boy’s forearms as if he was already selecting a vein. “You may have the data, but it will take five to ten years of university training before you can interpret the results,” he said with a tone that was part teasing and part pure arrogance.
“Ever had your blood taken before?” he asked as he sat on the clinician’s stool, using his heels to guide himself nearer and nearer the boy.
“Excellent,” he said, a smile stretching across his face, and added an a new stop to their destination. A few moments later and the doors opened. He didn’t recognize the corridor beyond, but after a few tries, found the main passageway cutting through the heart of the space.
An entire wing of laboratories filled the floor. Kaelan led them to a clinical room first, but despite the basic function of the space, it still required his biodata to clear the door locks.
His gaze drank in the surroundings. Usually there were technicians to fill these duties, but he was trained as well. In school he was responsible for all his own blood draws.
He gestured for Liam to make himself as comfortable as possible. The suite was arranged with a table in the center. There were a number of small attachments that swung up and around the table, but they were all left untouched for now. He flipped on the bright overhead lights first. Then he went about arranging the instruments.
As he stretched his hands into a pair of disposable gloves, he turned back to Liam. His eyes were already studying the boy’s forearms as if he was already selecting a vein. “You may have the data, but it will take five to ten years of university training before you can interpret the results,” he said with a tone that was part teasing and part pure arrogance.
“Ever had your blood taken before?” he asked as he sat on the clinician’s stool, using his heels to guide himself nearer and nearer the boy.
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