Felice dropped back to the ground when the tazer was used. It wasn't his first time being tazed - it actually hadn't been that uncommon in the time that he had been here, even - but it was still something that he probably wasn't going to get used to any time soon. As he lay on the floor, trying to recover, one of the other guards came up to undo the restraints. 

Gritting his teeth, the angry boy looked up painfully at the doctor again. [color=7bcdc8]"Hai prometo... che non lo prenda..."[/color] Once the guard had finally finished and stepped away, Felice slowly tried to push himself back to his knees. [color=7bcdc8]"Voglio un'altro contratto."[/color] ("Then, I want another contract.")