Bruce brushes a hand over his friend's forehead, staring down at him. He stands there for a long few minutes, only looking at what they are pumping into him. They are forcing him into not just a coma, but something just above death to keep his brain under control.

His voice is calm, frighteningly so, when he finally speaks. "I will not let them do this, Tony." His hand is still gentle on Mohinder, but his eyes are anything but gentle. "I am going to take him from here. /Now/."