"And that -" Stop, swallow, breathe for a minute. Continue. "Ow. My arms. What the hell."

He's peering at the track marks that look too varied and manifold to be the product of one morphine injection. And he's having trouble recalling everything that happened in the immediate aftermath of said injection. Some of it's a bit of a worrisome blur.

He has to really narrow his eyes to see Seth's arms, but unless he's mistaken -

Daniel's eyes abruptly widen.

"Did you do a transfusion?"