[He has seen death in most, if not all, of its forms and permutations throughout his existence, has smelled it, been the cause and cure of it. He has never seen such an advanced stage of full system cancer, but for once he's not allowing that more clinical side free rein.

He moves to support him under an arm and help him back further into the apartment for a seat on the sofa.]

I'm not going to kill you. But when I finish here, if you want it to benefit you as much as possible, you're going to need to eat a large meal and drink water. When it kicks in, you'll want to.

[He goes to his knees on the floor and reaches to take both of his hands. There's no visible effect. It's all in the sensations, warmth palms to palms, a tingle first, then an itch that spreads inside as the power in his blood seeks out the source of the disease.

What he feels is surprising and unnerving, how deep it goes, that it's not a simple matter of routing it out or stimulating his body into doing the same. If he had an entire cadre of his clan, they could manage, but not he alone with his limited resources.]

I think...you'll feel better two days at the most before it regains strength. I'd hoped I could do more. I've never encountered the like.