[He's going to start setting up the transfusion. Balancing the blood on the edge of the bed for the gravity for it to drip, stabbing a needle into his arm with a frankly ridiculous amount of practice at this point.]

[Making sure Saya would always have a supply ready was Important.]

[He closes his eyes, letting himself feel the wind.]

< That's good. Thank you. >

[He thinks he should be embarrassed how much the reminder of his mother is helping to relax his nerves.]

[But then he starts thinking about it and how much he does actually miss his parents.]

[No, its easier to just let himself be soothed. Especially since he doesn't want any more panic attacks.]