The world shifted in what view of it the hunter could see clearly. More voices were heard. Someone was saying something to him. His head barely turned as oxygen was being forced down his throat.
At least now, he was still, no longer struggling. It was something about that voice, reminding him of someone. "Cameron," he mumbled. Had to get to her. She was the only doctor he knew and probably could trust. At least with this. Especially after they cut open his shirt and find the pattern upon his shoulder which would be hard to explain.
It was then he started to convulse, his body seizing up.