It was probably low, bringing in Clara like that, though it was the truth. Clara had wanted him to live and, well, what kind of life could he have had otherwise?

But.

"You starved?!?" Excuse him for sounding outraged. He'd thought being stabbed in the eye with a knitting needle was bad enough. But...starvation?

"No. No. I mean, I can try to rig something up. You need--back home, you had a glucose solution, injected with the other protocols. I can...there has to be something we can do."