Malcolm awoke back in the facility in a violent shock, almost collapsing out of the chair he was hooked up too, he knelt on the floor with on knee and keeled over, his head spinning and throbbing with pain as nausea overcame his body. "Hey!" He heard Eli call. "You three alright." Malcolm shook his head frantically just before he began to puke over the floor. After two minutes of violent hurling, he turned at onlookers and mouthed "sorry", wiping his mouth with his arm and swallowing. "I'll clean that up." He commented, rather monotone. Damn, the ram was so powerful. Wait... this is his first hurdle, this is how he was going to start becoming a better fighter. He clenched his fists in determination as he stared at the floor, lost in his own thoughts. It was cut short when an assistant came over with a bucket and mop. "Thanks." Malcolm said before he began cleaning the mess he made.