A silent figure lay still on the bed, his head clear as the dreamless sleep he'd involuntarily lost his battle against conquered his tired body. Fully clothed, his slumber remained as his lean frame shivered above the bed covers. He knew only one thing would rouse him from his sleep, only one possible action would awaken him, always with a smile and a leap of his heart, and that was the arm of the man that lay beside him each and every night. That man, however, was absent from his side tonight.

Syed stirred as his subconscious told him he was sleeping alone, that the side of the bed that should be filled with the warmness he adored beyond words was empty. The sheets, usually burning from Christian's intense body stayed cold, neat, smooth. The duvet, constantly wrapped around the lovers as they fused together to make one lay neat on the bed, Syed motionless above them. Even in his empty dream Syed knew he was missing but the fatigue and his constant chanting throughout his lonely evening had won the battle over his mind. His worry was ridiculous, his panic unneeded. Christian was out having fun, just like he'd told him to. Over and over he'd repeated in his mind that he was enjoying himself, catching up, talking to old friends. Nothing was wrong.

His mind may have been fooled by his words but never his heart. Deep inside him he knew something was amiss. His beating heart could feel a pain that wasn't his own. Something was wrong, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but something nonetheless.

In the dimly lit room Christian lay begging on the metal bed. The pain searing through his stiff upper body as he tried desperately to free himself. He couldn't be here, he needed to be at home, wrapped in the arms of the only person that could erase it all from his mind. Syed. He needed Syed, he was the only one who could make all this go away. His eyes closed tightly as he remembered, the pain, the helplessness, the way his body had been pulled and pushed, picked up and hit until he couldn't take anymore. Shaking his head to wipe the memory he opened his eyes and searched for the face that had brought him here, forced him to stay where he was, away from Syed. The eyes avoided his own and Christian knew then that there was no point. He was stuck here, trapped in the small cold room. Syed... staying in his thoughts was the face of his lover, his friend, his soul, and that was all he needed. He had to find his way home to him. Bracing himself for a struggle from the man at the foot of the bed he sat up quickly, only to be pulled back down from behind. He hadn't seen the second man, stood behind him to make sure he didn't move, ready and waiting to pounce on him the moment he showed any attempt to get away.

'Just get it in him will you?'

The scream left Christian as his arm was pulled out and he saw what was about to happen. The moment he realised he tried to kick the man to keep him away. But there was no feeling in his legs and he shivered as the cold trickling feeling started to surge through his arms. The numbness began to fade the moment the needle punctured his vein and his head pounded harder than it ever had before. Whatever they had given him had been strong.

'Please... please!'

His words echoed through the room as the man loomed over him trying his hardest to keep the muscular man still.

'Please don't! No!... No! Syed!... SYED!'

Everything went black.