Each step was a silent struggle as he bumbled his form about the alley. Yet he was soon flailing as a hand cuffed his mouth. A sharp scent waterfall-ed into his nostrils and then darkness. His body was limp, injured. Waking was not an option for many more hours. Though outside the mind... physically a needle went into him. The contents unknown to him let alone what he had been placed into.<br/><br/>In the drugged sleep Thaniel twitched and felt heated up as if under a lamp or near a fire as the sweat began to push through him. His teeth grit as the liquid turned the immediate veins in the area of the shot began to change into a nasty green color. Fading as it got deeper through him before consolidating near his heart making him mutter in the drugged sleep.<br/><br/>Mutter and wish he was home. Though once he woke his body was beyond numb. His body was fighting the drug from before and the new one. Falling off the bed with a thud he blinked. The area was surrounded in fog. His eyes were wrecked. He could not feel the floor nor anything as he crawled. Moving away he tried to stand.<br/><br/>Though he heard something- a muffled cry. Where the fuck was he? With a wince he pulled to his feet and began to walk in the hallway. Where did the cry come from?