Gutas opened his eyes only to see Richard standing to one side, his finger ablaze with dancing flames; his elbow was blistered from a burn, clearly Richard's doing.
"What do you want to do?!" Gutas wanted to ask this, but because his mouth was stuffed with rags, all that came out was "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!"
Fortunately, Richard understood him and explained, "You can't sleep."
"Mmm?"
"Sleeping lowers metabolic rate and slows blood circulation, which affects many body measurements. To minimize errors, I must inconvenience you. Until the first phase of the research is complete, you can't sleep. Hang in there!"
Gutas: "Hmmph?!" This isn't how you treat people! Drawing his blood, stuffing his mouth, and now not even letting him sleep, is there no justice?!
For Richard, of course, there was no justice, only science.
What's wrong with sacrificing for science, this is all science! Well, his science.
Richard turned around, picked up a syringe, and began drawing blood from Gutas again.
