Dorian slowly began to gain consciousness however he wasn't with his sister or back in Chicago, instead he was in a hospital gown and strapped to a cold hard surgical table with a bright burst of light blinding him as his blue eyes flickered open. His head was the only thing capable of moving and it rapidly looked to the left and then to the right, he was surrounded by people in lab coats, preparing injections and taking different blood samples from the male. When he looked up though he saw a familiar face, the last one he saw before he went unconscious, "You!" He yelled in a panic "What do you want and what the hell do you think your doing! Please tell me You don't have my sister!" He shouted and pulled at his restraints despite it being no use, he had one main concern and that was that this creep didn't have his sister in his clutches.