"Do you know how hard it was last time to get him still?"

"No, but now I know. Edward is a feisty bugger."

"No, don't use his real name. It'll start getting personal after awhile. Call him Blur."

"Why? He'll sound like a superhero or something."

"Call it Blur, because that's all we can see when it gets serious and so the others will know to be careful around him."

"Look, he's awake now."

"Gas'em, we'll give it another sedative before we can move it."

Edward suddenly felt even dizzier, his already blurry vision left him as he slowly lost consciousness. After what seemed like a short nap, the kind he would have during school, he awoke to find himself being nudged into a hallway. He knew the medication or whatever chemicals they had given him had already worn off, or were losing their effectiveness. Making his way through the door at the end, along with the others, he entered another white room. [i]A white room? Am I in an asylum?[/i] In no time at all a winged girl approached him, or rather the group, and greeted them attempting to give them a warm reception. "The project? So you do you know what's going on? I don't remember much aside fro.." Edward was interrupted as another person in the group began to vomit onto the floor, the boy jerked himself further away from him as he expunged his previous meal, the man on the floor then weakly asked for food. Feeling his own stomach rumble slightly Edward couldn't help but sympathize, although he was slightly disgusted by the vomit on the floor he carefully attempted to lift him up. "I'm with him, when does lunch come?" Edward asked as he gingerly reached out to the man.