[Lovebite]

When Spencer woke up, it was in a warm room that had a wide swirling fan hanging from the ceiling, it did nothing to help the heat though it was fun to look at in the least. He had no idea where he was, but he did know what he was doing just before his mind went blank, he had no idea where his crossbow had went. Whoever had brought him here must have taken it from him, he knew his ribs had been broken too or he had been shot, it was too hard to tell at the moment and he wasn't going to go removing the bandages around his stomach.

The hunter must've been knocked out for a few days, his dark hair was out of it's ponytail and greasy and his body felt grimy as well. "Hello?"He croaked out, there was a tremble in his voice and muscles as he pushed himself to sit up, before hissing and falling back again when his middle burned like hellfire. "Shit-"