Little Clinic

Adrian was drawn out of his thoughts when he felt movement on the bed behind him and then on his pillow. He grew tense, pulling away and leaning into the the bed's railing. "Go away," he growled, voice still muffled by the pillow he continued to hold to his face. Anger started to bubble up inside of him, though the betrayal still remained...as well as the loneliness.
He didn't know anyone here. He was left alone, surrounded by people he wanted nothing to do with.
Scales begun to appear, slowly taking over his human skin. The beeping on the heart monitor steadily increased. The young weredragon pushed away the hurt and ache of betrayal and loneliness, desperate to feel anything else. If his own family didn't want him, fine! He didn't need them! He didn't need anyone!

Adrian wasn't sure whether or not the stranger meant for his words to sound like a threat, but it only took him a second to decide that they were. His nails grew out into claws and punctured holes into the pillow.
"I won't be put to sleep again!"
In a flurry of movement the changing weredragon swiped at the straps that kept him bound to the bed. Pulling himself up and over the railing he crashed onto the floor, misjudging his leg's capability to be able to carry his weight.
Lifting his head off the ground, his vision spun, but still he forced himself into action and crawled towards the door.

"Until the authorities release me?"
Adrian growled, looking back at the one standing on his pants and keeping him from leaving, his tail lashing and twitching. "You think I fucking care what your authorities say? You think they're going to keep me here just because they say so? You think I haven't dealt with anything worse than trigger-happy morons?"
They really had no idea who he was, did they? Or if they did, they still thought they could boss him around since he was still a kid.
Swinging his tail to the side he knocked down the young guard. Crawling on top of him, Adrian wrapped a hand around his neck, claws digging into his skin. "No one is going to stop me from leaving. Not you and not your authority."

Baring elongating teeth, Adrian stared down at the guard he pinned down. It was so tempting to hurt him, but he wasn't even putting up a fight! Growling lowly, he squeezed the strangers throat a bit more before he let go of him.
Adrian turned and crawled away, slinking underneath the bed. He had grown large enough that he couldn't completely fit underneath the bed, leaving his tail and his remaining leg exposed. His tail flicked and twitched, accompanied by a rumbling and icy vapors that puffed from his nostrils.

Adrian looked back at the guard, staring at him with slitted pupils. He bared his teeth briefly, before he turned his back on him and faced the wall.
So that's why he was there? To get him to talk? Good luck with that.
Picking at the bandages on his arms, his tail continued to flicker and twitch. How was he going to get out? There wasn't a window for him to hop out of. The trigger-happy guards would fill him up with bullets, and holes and then he'd be put to sleep again. Was he supposed to lay back, give up and let these strangers take what they wanted from him in hopes that they'd eventually let him leave this prison whenever it suited their authorities? The half transformed Draeyva snorted, growling under his breath.
He jumped when he heard the scream, his head hitting the bed above him, and he looked back at the guard with wide eyes before he stared at the door. White gas seeped in from under the door and around the frame. His nostrils flared and he hissed, eyeing the gas.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
More screaming.
People falling.
The scent of blood filled the air.
Crash!
The door slammed open. A man fell in and skidded across the floor, a hilt sticking out of his eye.
Click, ting ting ting!
Adrian saw the metal ball bounce into the room, hit the wall and then roll away. He stared at it, heart pounding in his ears. Then the white gas shot out of it. He scrambled to get up from under the bed, but even as he did the gas quickly filled the room. Coughing, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, struggling to keep them open.
What was in that metal ball?
The young weredragon tried to push himself up and off the bed, to try and leave the room, but he flopped back down instead.
A blurry figure appeared in the door way and pointed something at him. Something whizzed through the air and hit his neck. He managed to lift his fingers up and off the bed, but his hand and arm left too heavy to lift. He stared at his hand as the burning sensation ran through him, seeing the scales and claws fading away.

How many times could you yell at yourself to keep your eyes open?
Adrian yelled at himself, threatened, swore and bribed, but none of it worked. His head fell down onto the bed. The blurry figured by the door ay entered. The guard jumped out and kicked. It seemed like the pain in his back side had the upper hand, at least until he saw the guard being slammed into the wall. It looked like the man had grabbed the other teen by the leg and flung him into the wall.
The pair grew blurry and seemed to blend in with the smoke as his eyelids fluttered shut.


Jerking the boy forwards by pulling onto his leg, he grabbed onto the boy's hair and slammed his head into the wall.

A hiss was the only thing that escaped him before he clenched his teeth and prevented himself from showing further weakness. He returned the boy-guard's narrowed eyed glare with one of his own. The kid had bite. Who knew.
Slipping out a dagger from his sleeve, he slashed upwards, aiming for the guard's face. At the same time he tried to pull his arm away and out of the other were's mouth. He depended on the guard's reaction to let go of his wrist in order to avoid the blow from the dagger.