Khaat went in with Wilson, and, as usual, laid her wand and her usual shoulder bag that held her medical equipment on Vincent's desk. "I refuse to let you do this until I check my patient to see if he will withstand this," she told Vincent. "If he is well enough, then there is nothing I can do, and we all know it."
She went over to Jess and, just as she knew Vincent had seen her do countless times by now, she laid her hand on Jess's forehead to assess him. She looked at Wilson with genuine utter helplessness and told him, "There's nothing I can do. He's fine. " She looked back at Jess and said very gently, "I'm sorry, Jess. Really." She knew better than to ask Vincent not to hurt Jess. Her job here was to shut up and merely re-assemble Jess when Vincent was done with him. She had never liked Vincent's use of force. That did, very truly, make her angry. She walked over to the desk and glared hard at him, unafraid to stand up to him, to let him know her anger.
"Remember you promised not to kill him," she said, trying to not be uncivilized about it. And you promised you'd let him go. I'm holding you to that. I would, though, appreciate you not making my job any harder than it has to be when you're done with him. Try to leave him in one relative piece, please."