Blood. His heightened sense of smell picks up on it instantly. He abandons his work at the door. "Azwel!" In a flash he's next to his friend's side, ready to support him. "Shit! What have they done!?" His heart is pounding as he glances up at the monitors. "Fuck." He checks to see if the chair has wheels. "Maybe I can carry you out of here. You need a doctor."