"It...veins..." Combeferre blinks, in horrified fascination. It's the kind of thing you have to just stare at hearing because you can't possibly DO anything else. It's like the horror stories people sometimes come in to tell when you get around to talking about differential diagnosis during the phase of your internship when they try to get you interested in various careers once you're finished with your sentence being everyone's favorite lackey. Well, in theory. Combeferre's own internship's been a little different due to everything keeping them busy, and the Necker being what it is, but still.

"I can see where you WOULD want to take someone to one of those, being stuck full of that." Combeferre's shaking his head a little, in wonder. "Really, if you're close and legally stuck, you can call. We've all been stupid and lucky, I think."

"Hear hear," R raises his hand from where he's sprawling over a chair now. "But it works."