Alyxander remained silent and compliant throughout the process, though he was partly flitting in and out of consciousness anyways. The colors and shapes around him blurred a bit, but he just closed his eyes. Willing himself not to pass out just yet, knowing he needed to hold on just a bit longer. He was thankful for the darkness once it was granted to him, as it helped him calm slightly; being away from the harsh sunlight and punishing heat of the day.<br/><br/>All this mention of blood was making him even more aware of his dire lack of such thing... it had been so long it seemed since he'd been able to have fresh blood, as he'd been given just enough stagnant blood to keep him alive, nothing more nothing less. He hadn't complained, as doing so would get his severely punished.<br/><br/>As he was handed a vile, Alyx carefully drank it slowly, wincing a little as he felt the needle go into his arm. As much as it should have been looked out for already, he was thinking of what the needle could have been made of. Hopefully it was just metal, but silver... in his condition the pain had already numbed him out and he had no true sense of feeling. After a moment, darkness began to overtake him and he allowed it to overcome what little strength he had.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Alyx moved his head a little, a soft groan  slipping from his lips. His eyes stayed closed though, and slowly he got feeling back. He half expected that all too pleasant occurrence before to be a dream, a taunting figment of his imagination as he was fading from life. But he soon realized that was not the case... well, unless he was still asleep. His eyes finally fluttered open, but it took a little while for his eyes to adjust to the light. He remembered it being dark, but this room he'd awoken to was brighter than that. Where was he?