Sampson lurched and tried to lunge back from the unseen presence. Well, not seen, but heard and felt. His heart was racing in his chest, and it made him even dizzier and more nauseated. "Jesus, christ. You scared the hell out of me," he said, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the dark room. But then the other turned on a lamp, and mercifully he could see again. He looked up at the other and the hair on his neck pricked. The scent was even stronger and it seemed to be coming from him. Of course, Sam was human and it was just his reaction that was akin to someone being attracted to a really good perfume. But regardless of his scent the other was attractive. Like, insanely attractive. He stared far longer than he should have.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the shock. At least that was what he told himself. He raised a hand and touched the patch over his neck. "I need to get to the hospital. Can you call 911 and get them here?" he asked. It was a request, and a test, because he was afraid the other was holding him captive. However, he took a few deep breaths to calm his breathing. Flashes of memory came and went and he leaned back against the couch, then realized he was only in his underwear. Great. This wasn't awkward in the slightest. He was covered in bruises. Were his ribs broken? The shock hadn't worn off yet, because he didn't feel like he was in a lot of pain. Then again after having to deal with the burn trauma on his back, this was a walk in the park.<br/><br/>Except he wasn't in a hospital, let alone in his own home. Sampson also wasn't sure whether the other was going to let him go or not. "My name is Sampson Smith, I'm the fire marshal of District 69. Thanks for saving my life." He offered him a brief, nervous smile, trying to keep calm, keep even. Though it was hard when he was somewhat in shock, and it showed in the unfocused look of his eyes. He rubbed his knees, feeling cold. Sam shivered and looked at the other. Would he let him go? Or was he being held prisoner? His eyes roamed from him to his surroundings, taking stock of the front door, the kitchen entry, hallways, everything he could see.<br/><br/>Being a fire fighter meant he knew the points of entry, and as he came out of shock, he grew more focused. Well, tried to be. It hurt to breathe and he was losing color because of the pain. His hands would spasm and he suddenly hunched forward, putting his hands under his arm. "Do you have something I could wear? I'm freezing." His neck hurt so bad and he clenched his jaw against it. He felt a wave of panic come over him. Dammit, he needed to get out of here.<br/><br/>Sam moved to stand once more, ignoring the dizziness from the blood loss. "Never mind. I think I'll just go. I need to go." He didn't like being in some stranger's home, and after what had happened to him...He didn't even know what time it was. How much time had passed anyway? Everything hurt and he didn't make it more than a few steps before he stumbled once more. Only there was nothing to really catch himself on. Unless the other caught him his knees would give out. He hated not knowing what had happened to him. He hated not knowing where he was, but there was no sense in really complaining about it.