"You look like man who's having far too much stress. I can nearly see the vein in your head popping out over this. I know that people tend to think that things like strokes or heart-attacks can't happen here, but they can. We had one a few months back even. You can die and even if you don't, you can end up paralyzed, which I think for you would be far worse. You need to do something to lower your stress, Malcolm." Martha injected the hypospray at the base of his neck, knowing that was wear it worked best. "You should feel better in a moment."