150 "I feel more at ease working with someone who has principles"

"He's awake." Neil peeked at Jonathan, signaling a nurse to help him sit up for a check-up.

Jonathan had just propped himself up when he suddenly felt his nose running. The nurse quickly brought tissues and alcohol swabs to tend to him.

In a reflex, Jonathan sniffed twice, and the blood flowed back into his trachea, causing him to cough uncontrollably. Even tears were coughed up.

It wasn't a significant matter, merely nasal bleeding caused by dryness and elevated body temperature. The bleeding stopped within seconds, and Jonathan's regenerative ability healed the wound. However, Neil made it sound serious.

"See, he's severely ill!" Neil pointed out to Charlotte. "Sending him to the brain-machine now is equivalent to a death sentence."

Jonathan looked at Charlotte, his face smeared with blood. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes. His cheeks were unnaturally flushed from the intense coughing, making him look critically ill.