As you and Suzuya carried on, you began to smell a slight scent of blood. You couldn't figure out why. Maybe his weapon? It did have ghoul blood on it after all... But that wasn't it. You felt a striking pain in your shoulder, and it came back to you. In your shock, you had tried to run, spinning around, and had felt him—the ghoul—nip your shoulder. But you hadn't realized it until now. Your long sleeved shirt had the shoulder seams torn, blood soaked into the fabric. You chocked on blind pain, seeing Suzuya turn around with confusion, before you collapsed and became swept into the swirling dark pit of unconsciousness. 

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You finally awoke, looking around with one partly closed eye. You decided it was safer, and began to open your eyes fully. Glancing around, you saw a figure, crouched up on the chair with his knees balancing him. "Boo!" He shrieked. 

You screamed and almost had a heart attack (in your view), your heart rate monitor jumping at an extreme rate. 

Suzuya giggled as you began to breathe and calm down once again. "You're awake, I see! How are you doing~?" He chimed.

You shifted your shoulder. "... Besides a heart attack, and sore shoulder, I'm feeling.. Fine." You glared at him through your first remark.

Suzuya just ignored it and tossed the report away with another childish giggle. "I wanna show you around. Come on! Come come come come~!!" He began to yank the intervenes a and needles out of your arm impatiently, eyes bright and intent on his current mission. It stung harshly as the needles slid out of your flesh, feeling the nutrients flow out. It hurt.

A man opened the door with a deep yelp. "Suzuya! No!! Stop it!" He rushed to hold Suzuya's wrist and pull it away.

Suzuya whined. "Why not? She said she's fine. She's fine, so I'm going to show her around!" 

He shook his head. "No, Suzuya, she needs I little time to recover." He carefully inserted the needles again with care. He then turned to you apologetically with the remark of sympathy taped on his face. "My name's Amon." He held out his hand in a greeting. 

You awkwardly shook it. "I'm [y/n]." You could see the friendly gesture on his eyes, which comforted you. you could note Suzuya sulking on the chair again, his lower lip stick out in an adorable pout. You could tell it was going to be a short recovery, and a long day after.