Adam groans as he sits up. His head spins, and he almost vomits. "[color=ffe34c]What just . . . ?[/color]" he mutters. His head snaps up. "[color=ffe34c]Artimes,[/color]" he whispers, then launches himself upwards and towards the bars. "[color=66f4b7]ARTIMES![/color]" he bellows, fear and confusion quickly shifting into rage.
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Max remains passed out, her smaller form rendering her more susceptible to the sleep toxins.