<i>Watching the monitor beeping slowly, Faelan struggled to keep his head up. Each note seemed a little deeper, and the slow, methodic nature of the machine lulled him further and further into sleep. It wasn’t particularly difficult to wake him up, especially considering his occupation, but Faelan wanted to be awake the moment she came to. Because she would, he knew it. She was stronger than the sickness plaguing her. She’d fought much worse and lived to brag about it, and this wasn’t even something of their caliber. Their day job made this look like the flu in comparison. But that didn’t mean it was any less deadly and fatal as it had proven itself to be. She’d been a pessimist about the whole ordeal, when she was awake anyways. It’d hit her pretty hard, and he’d tried to be there for her the entire time. But with their line of work, there wasn’t really times for them to afford breaks, and so he’d sleep at the hospital with her whenever he could.</i><br/><br/>Being shook awake, the cold slab of table he was chained to stung as he realized he was dreaming. The leather straps were tight, nothing he wasn’t too shaken up by. The doctor, had a screen pulled up next to him, and the screen displayed a bunch of things. One image that caught his eye was the rough outline of his body, and how his insides were working.<br/><br/>“You squirmed more than usual this time, Agent Bystrom. Your body is also showing signs of recent drug activity; we’ll need confirmation that has stopped before you can be cleared for the project.”<br/><br/>Faelan sat up, pulling his shirt from the stand next to him. Pulling it on, the shirt fell smoothly over his torso, and he buttoned it up as he talked.<br/><br/>“No worries doc, the drugs were an accident on a hunt a few weeks back, I’ve been waiting for them to clear my system as well. Nothing you guys haven’t seen before right?” He thought he’d leave out the part that he’d been trying to ease his mind.<br/><br/>“Alright, well, if we see any more while you are being monitored after you get released, we’ll have to terminate the project. Which means forcefully unbonding you from the demon. Any signs of mental instability will also be grounds for termination. I hope you understand that you are signing yourself up to be mentally and magically bonded to an A class demon,” the doctor noted as he seemed to take notes in a small notepad.<br/><br/>“I wouldn’t have gotten this far if I didn’t know what I was doing doc, just sign the permission slip so I can go on the field trip, please.”<br/><br/>The doctor seemed to get agitated at the comment, his scowl deepening. His pencil aggressively scrawled on the pad, before he ripped the note out and shoved it at Faelan. Smiling as he left, he swore he could hear the doctor wishing him some unmentionable actions. Walking through to the next room, the guards, all S ranked hunters, stripped him down, all the way. His fair share of pink scars seemed to contrast his pale skin, and his casting tattoos marked up his left arm. He made a comment about just putting his shirt back on and got a pretty nice elbow in the knee as his pants came off. Standing back up, he smiled, looking at the hunter behind him.<br/><br/>“Oh, come on fellas, learn to take a joke. What if the last time we saw each other was with me being naked in front of a bunch of beefy guys and you forced me to my knees. Not to leave a salty taste in your eyes or anything, but I’m a biter,” he winked as they grunted at him, and shoved him into the room.