“I’m fine. I’ll be a lot damn better when I am not bolted to a table and get to sleep in an actual bed in an actual room though. You guys don’t pad these tin kick stands very well.”<br/><br/>Trying to put a check on his temper, Faelan realized that the demon had seen what he had. He’d felt her pull away from the bond, and it wasn’t something he was about to argue with.<br/><br/>“And can you get this demon some clothes? I bet these tables are a bit of a pain in the ass when it’s hard to keep up with the A/C costs around here.”<br/><br/>His snide remarks didn’t do much to hide his shitty attitude, and his words had more bite to them than usual. Sam didn’t seem to take too much heed to them though, and the nurse had started setting up a little stand with various medical supplies and tools.<br/><br/>“Sam, you ever dart me again, and I’m going to shoot you. With my gun. Which, by the way, had better be at my apartment block.”<br/><br/>He realized he seemed to be the only one talking, and saw Sam just curiously checking him out. Typical textbook stare on his face showed that he was studying him, not just observing.<br/><br/>“Take a picture while you are at it huh Sammy, it’ll last longer.”