The poking and prodding seemed to last longer than usual, with them taking a particular interest in his current condition. "Is the bond causing your body to do this?" they asked hesitantly, looking at the sloppy way he moved. Trying not to move as they inserted a couple more needles he simply told them he'd had too much to drink. One of the nurses looked like she was going to say something, but apparently they knew of him, and when he glanced at her, not a word was uttered. The bright white lights they were using had the industrial feel to them, making the grating on his eyes just that much more painful. They couldn't dim these lights, he knew it, but squinting barely helped.<br/><br/>Getting up, he put his shirt back on, and was escorted out of the room by a couple of burly looking men. Some of these guys had uniforms that looked like they were ironed and pressed just minutes ago. "Fresh meat huh?" Was the foundation actively seeking more members for the ones that were dying so quickly, he pondered for a moment, before being interrupted by Shula's quips. He could only have wished for something that exciting. Since he'd been bonded to Shula, the privacy he had came only in the form of thin doors. He couldn't very well bring a woman over, with Shula having to tag along to the bar, then back to the apartment.<br/><br/>"I fucking wish the nurses were that friendly," he mustered as the guards seemed too anxious to talk to either of them. The walk to the pit seemed to take much longer than usual, the new guys were so anxious he wondered if it was because of him or Shula. Not really knowing what to do, he simply followed, walking slowly towards the pit. The inside looked clean as usual, only the blood stained dirt marring the pit's usual grandeur. The phones were on, and he already knew he was going to have to hear Sam's complaints out, because there was nothing else he could do.<br/><br/>"So, couldn't even get through the program before hitting the bottle again Faelan?"