"Michael, all you need to do now is relax and breathe deeply," Westcott said, giving Babel his best bedside manner. "This won’t hurt a bit. Just take in a deep breath and let it out. Good. That’s good." Babel looked back at the doctor, his strange, violet eyes glittering darkly, then his eyes fluttered closed. His breathing became deep and he began to relax under Westcott’s touch.