That's all Fang felt when he opened his eyes to blinding lights. He shifted around, noticing the cuts that were across his face, including the one that stretched from his left eye and the way down past his lips. His hair was stuck together in the back from all the blood. Fang coughed and wincing from feeling his newly cracked ribs, he looked to the right staring at a IV drip that was in his arm.
"Nyah, wha?" Fang managed to croak out.
"Don't strain yourself." A woman in a labcoat re-adjusted the restraint around Fangs wrist.
"No no dearie. You're in Dr. Hans home pagina in Florida." She walked over and changed the bag to a one filled with a cloudy liquid.
"Well, u came here, in a rage. u were hitting things, punching people, u even threw a chair out the window." She motioned towards the window with a large hole in it. Fang stared at the IV drip.
"That...is a new cure, it can cure human diseases, but maybe have a slighter different effect on you."
Great, just what I need. meer powers. Fang thought as his eyes slowly closed,
"Oh my god! Fang! Dr. Hans!" The woman turned and Fang could hear it the woman screaming, and his hart-, hart monitor flat-lining.