I'm going to, because if you punch me we'll be taking you all the way down to the infirmary because you'll break all the bones in your hand.

Unless this will also heal you. [He hadn't considered that.] Either way I don't enjoy being punched.

[It may break her hand, but it will still hurt Max. And he's not a fan. He kneels down next to her, sliding his bag close and pulling out his rope of ties, grabbing her right wrist and tying a slipknot to wrap around her wrist and pull behind her, then one coil around her waist to tie it snuggly in place. Her left arm remains free since he'll need that to inject her, and she'll need at least one hand to clutch at the pillow. He gives a tug on that to make sure she isn't going to break free and try and claw his face off, and then he's filling the syringe up and making sure there's no air bubbles.]

I don't know if it actually helps, but generally doctors say to take a deep breath before doing this, so.. do that quickly.

[Because shits about to go down. Max doesn't need to tie a tourniquet around her arm, he can see her veins and arteries under her skin as heat signatures, hotter than the rest of her. His own metal hands are somewhat warm, the alloy heating as he touches her and cooling off just as fast. With a quick motion he grabs her free arm, stretching it and jabbing the needle right into a vein and depressing the plunger steadily. His eyes widen in fascination as he can actually see the shimmer entering her bloodstream, tightening his grip in case she tries to thrash free.]