[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Asylum [/center]

Felix looked up the medics tending to him, trying to force a cocky smirk but the pain restricted him from what seemed like his mouth was just mindlessly convulsing. He let out a sigh and a little tense groan. [color=39b54a]"F-Felix Hausten, my ID"[/color]F-Felix Hausten, my ID"" he said, looking about him with his singular option of view now. This was a horrible situation that he'd ended up in, chances were if someone rushed him now, the medics wouldn't save him, since he couldn't very well save himself.

He looked over to see Riley and Cynthia. Was she truly insane? he had to talk to her, while she would be cuffed of course. This was too messy for him. How long would he be in hospital? For as long as he would be in there, he'd be vulnerable. Even if Marc had guards, chances are one of them would somehow be in cahoots with the so-called bad guys. Felix bit down on his tongue, pointing at his jacket pocket, trying to fish out his wallet which had his ID.