#atlantismera

“So, before we get started there are forms to be signed.” Lena began without preamble as she led Mera into the lab. “In order to judge the best way to balance your physiological needs I’ll need to run tests on blood and tissue samples - and I can’t take those without your consent.” She held a clipboard with the forms attached out to Mera, doing her best to fix a comforting smile on her face. “If you don’t want to do any of it, I understand. I won’t force you too. And we can stop at any point. If you’re ever uncomfortable I need you to tell me and we won’t go further unless you want to, okay?” She promised. Taking samples could often feel invasive for most humans - Lena had no idea the science conducted by Atlanteans, if they would have an even greater discomfort over being poked and prodded by needles, especially by someone who was not of their people.

Roy kicked the last yards to the end of the pool with a huff, anchoring himself on the edge with his arm hooked over it as he caught his breath. The floatation devices around his chest kept him from dipping under, but they didn’t help much with the resistance of the water - but he knew that was the whole point. Regain his stamina, build up his muscle again, it was intensive for physio but it worked. Eventually, he might be able to even manage a relaxing paddle without the need for aids. But for now, he felt more exhausted than even the training Oliver had once put him through. “Hey.” He called to the other lane - the redhead had caught his eye a few times since he had started this, gliding through the water if it was no more than air. “Got any tips? You seem like kind of a natural at this.” He noted.