Victor got to the building and sighed, "Can you fix his hand?"
Reed gave the child a shot to numb his hand for the stitch, "Who is this? And why are you here so early?"
Logan looked at him. "I Timmy! I five! Unca Vikki is takin' care of me!" he beamed.
He raised a brow. "It looks like he was cut with a knife."
Victor raised a brow and scoffed. "Does he need stitches?" He looked to the side.
He rolled his eyes, "I'll give him liquid stitches," he cleaned the blood and glued the wound, "Finished."
"Thank you," Victor nodded. "Look, can we go to your lab?"
"Sure," he nodded and led them away."What is it, Victor?"
Victor set Logan on an examination table. "This is Jimmy."
"Really? The horrible imitation of 3 year old's speech and grumpy pout had me completely fooled. Who did you two annoy now?"
Logan scoffed and crossed his arms. "Don't let the matchstick know."
Victor shook his head. "I don't know."
He scoffed, "So what's happened?" Victor sighed and told him the bizarre story. "Really?"
"That's what he's been telling me."
He looked the smaller version of Logan over, "Well...What did Hank ever figure out?"
Victor rolled his eyes. "I have no idea; he's not answering his phone! But when I get my hands on him..."
He put his hands up, "Ok, ok. Do you need a paper bag?"
He gave him a glare. "Oh, trust me, this is calm. I want my Jimmy back! Find out what's wrong with him."
"He went from being you x year old over sized child of a younger brother to your four year old undersized kid brother?"
He crossed his arms. "..Yes."
"I can run a few test," he yawned.
"Then do it. Now."
"Why don't you take a nap or something? Your crankiness isn't making this any faster or less real."
"Don't tell me what to do," he scoffed.
"Then stop pushing your attitude at me like I'm intimidated .If you don't ease up with your hissy fit I can just as easily have Ben take you back to your car. And believe me, he won't like being woken up."
Victor rolled his eyes. "Look, I haven't slept over a few hours a day for the past I don't know how long, I've been worried sick about my brother, and look what happened! You can't blame me if I'm just a little rude at this point!"
"Then take a nap. If there's something I need or find I'll tell you."
"I'm not leaving my brother for a second after what just happened!"
"OK, then at least be quieter," he got a stethoscope that was across the room.
Logan gasped and fell off the table. "Ow! Stay away from me!"
"What's wrong?"
"Viki! Keep him away!"
Victor pushed his brother toward him, "He's gonna help you."
"No!" he nearly screamed and held tight to his brother's arm. Victor whined. "Make him go away! No! He can't take me again!" he stared fearfully at the stretched out arm.
Reed slowly brought his arm back.
"He's not going to take you, I'm right here."
He huddled against Victor, terrified. Victor patted his back, "He's going to try to get you normal."
"No! He made me like this!"
"Jimmy, that's Reed. He isn't going to hurt you." Logan refused to look at him. Victor just sighed. His head hurt.
"He made me a kid, Victor!"
"I have a head ache."
"We don't get headaches..."
"This is a headache," he sighed.