Every single moment a doctor was in the room with him had put him on edge. The poking and prodding that every single one of them seemed to do made him want to stab everyone with the very same needles they had been jabbing him with. Though, he would have to concede to the fact that every single one of them had been incredibly nice, in contrast to every other fucking one he had been unfortunate enough to meet. He was being tested for who knows what, and that annoyed me more.

Then the presence of one the Knights totally threw him off guard. His hand moved to his pocket, even though he knew he held no weapon. "Normally Knights aren't sent to check on those in the sick bay." Then his world seemed to be turned upside down once more. Of course everything would slowly start to make sense once she revealed her face to him from behind the mask. Somehow he wasn't surprised, as that would definitely be one of the major reason as to why he had never met this person, nor why he had even heard of her.

"Twenty-Three." Was the only thing he said at first as he stare at her, not really glaring, but in the same regard he didn't exactly feel too happy to see her at the same time. "I think you are numbers one through fifty on that list." His voice sighed as he looked around the entirely far too white room as he glanced back over at her. "Why don't you break me out of here. I have the bactapad on, and I promise not to make too much of a fuss. I just... I will even promise to not do anything impulsive if you just get me out of this room."