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"Not the longest lycan tooth recorded, but pretty impressive for someone of around your age." They say as they keep taking notes on your slight changes in transformation.

"Speaking of, could I get that DOB of yours now? It seems my team found a lot of information on you but never actually secured your DOB for me." They state and quickly slip their gloves off before dispensing some sanitiser into their hands and rubbing it over their hands, before grabbing another pair. Now that they'd touched the pen, paper and measuring tape these gloves were now contaminated.

You watch and just take a few breaths to try calm yourself down a little. "Good and I'm not telling you shit! Until you tell me how the hell I got here and what the fuck you plan is." You bark back.

They begin to stretch their gloves on as you speak. Your stomach sinks a little and you gulp, knowing that means they're preparing for something.

"Well first I'll be taking a sample of your blood, to test how tough those red blood cells of yours are. To compare with out other samples. Ideally we're working towards finding out how lycans like yourself heal so quickly so we can replicate something similar to lycanthropy without the... let's say... side affects."

You take a second to process what she just said, and start a whole chain reaction of thoughts in your head.

"- till we can figure out weather-" you're not listening to any of it at this point, starting to spiral, realising you're not the only one here, and not the only one being tested on. You realise this is because of your lycanthropy and that this is why they've got you restrained. With likely stronger than the standard equipment. Which also explains why you can't seem to get away. They needed a sample of your blood which explains why your arms were still partially free earlier, but in ideal position for taking a sample now. You're mid spiral when you feel them put a gloved finger under your chin, which snaps you out of it and startles you a little. They turn your chin to look at them then pull the little work station on wheels closer.

"So first you ask me to explain, then you don't listen to any of it. Do you want an explanation or not?" They say and get a new alcohol wipe and begin to wipe the crease of your arm again, which is cold and wet.

You growl a little realising they caught you off guard and touched your face again. You clench your clawed fists which dig into your palms slightly. They're looking away as they begin preparing a needle and some tubes for samples and turn back. "Look at you getting your veins all ready for me, what a good boy." they say and feel around your inner arm for a vein then uncap the needle when they've found a good one. And you snarl a little louder realising what they're doing. "Just a little pinch" they say as they bring the needle over and take aim, holding your arm still and swiftly jabbing it into the vein first shot. You feel a little sting and start yanking your arm back trying to pull away, not wanting to let them attach the sample tubes. "Relax you big baby. This is nothing!" They say and attach a tube and take a couple vials of your blood then put a cotton ball over the spot and pull the needle out, your arm heals almost instantly and they just holds the cotton ball for a second and puts the needle in the sharps disposal with their other hand. They lift the cotton ball to check its healed then put that in the bin before gently swirling the vials. "See already healed. That wasn't so bad, was it?" They say and give you a gentle tap on the cheek just to tease you. You snap your neck around to bite, but they're already walking off and printing some stickers to label the vials.

"Since you're so stubborn. Ill just have to approximate your age using your blood sample." They say and type onto a computer for a couple of moments. Then turn around and stick the stickers to the vials they just collected.

"Right that's all for now. Can't do anything else till I have more information. Someone will be in to take you to your room in a couple minutes, until then just lay back and relax for me alright?" They say and grab their notes, a document from the printer and your bloods form, before stapling them together and heading out.

You hear them bleep their key-card to get out, wait a second or so then start to thrash around trying to break out again, to no avail.

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Ty for your patience with me! =3 I'm enjoying writing this little story =]