Slade got up when he saw Steven, and approached him.
"Nice job lad, that Ford's a real prick isn't he?"
He patted Steven's back, and noticed Felix looking flustered.
"You okay Doctor Felix? You look a tad...down."

After the documents had been sorted out and Ford had left, Dr. Trex sat back in a random chair in the room. He looked around the room for a moment, thinking. He noticed a smudge on his glasses. He took them off and rubbed the lenses with his shirt. He put them back on and laid back in the chair, seemingly comfortable.

He looked over at Lowrey, and sat up quickly.

"Damn, are you alright?."

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

Felix heard Slade asking if he was alright.

"Y-yes, im fine" he said that while his cup has being filled with coffee.

He then turned around. He saw Lowrey, somehow with a face of pain. He then noticed him hiding a blood stain from the coat. Something bad happened to him.

Lowrey, are you alright?

26 Fe + Mexican food =: lets see if you're oh so mister oh so smart
26 Fe + Mexican food =: who am i
ShadowDust: IronFajitas
26 Fe + Mexican food =: fuck
ShadowDust: *flies away*

(Dr. Lavrov jumps up at the sight of Lowrey)
Dr. Lavrov: "Good god man, are you alright? Come on, have a seat... here."
(Lavrov sits the dazed Lowrey on a chair, gets him a cup of water)
Dr. Lavrov: "What... happened to you?"

"I.. uh.. had an accident in the hallway, I'm fine now" Lowrey explained calmly. He looked back down at his lab coat. It was drenched in blood on one side. "Actually.." Lowrey said with a shaky voice. "I might need some medical attention".
Lowrey was was urging to ask Lavrov something, but restrained himself from asking it. Maybe later Lowrey thought

Hoffen looked up at Lowrey's comment. He let the coffee cup on the machine, and went to his location. After all, it was his job to "fix" people. He looked at the blood in his coat, and then at the gash on the side of his head. "Do not move." Said Hoffen as he grabbed his head and twisted to one side to have a better look at the gash. It wasn't anything serious, but he would probably need one or to stitches to patch it up. "You are going to need a couple of stitches on the side of your head, but it is nothing serious since you are not bleeding any more." He said as he let go of his head. "Go to the infirmary in five minutes and I'll do the stitches." He then got his coffee, and headed to the infirmary.

*While on his way to 053 he stops by the break room and examines the place*

What's up guys?

*Notices Lowrey injury*

Err... not even going to ask.

*goes to grab a cup of coffee*

Slade noticed Lowrey's wound, and jogged towards him.
Jesus Lowrey! What the hell did this to you? Here take this.
Slade pulled out his MTF basic survival kit and gave him a few painkillers.
"Here, drink em down with this."
He hands Lowrey the vodka bottle in his hand.

"Thanks" Lowrey said to Slade.
Lowrey took the painkillers and stood up. He noticed a level 5 security clearance key card on the table left behind by Mr. Ford. Lowrey slipped the key card into his pocket, and walked to the infirmary.
Once he arrived at the infirmary, he got stitches and bandages.
"Thanks Hoffen. Um... can you.. do me a favor?"

Hoffen finished stitching the wound, washed the needle, and put it back in with the rest. He looked at him and said "That would depend on what that favor is."