It wasn't till late morning when a couple of doctors and a couple H.A.M.M.E.R. agents came into Daken's cell. The doctors were there to check over him, to get a blood sample as they were trying to find a way to get his animal to stay calm at all times. Daken was fully himself now, watching them key in the code to his cell and come in. The two agents had guns on them, in case for some reason he decided to try and attack. The two doctors walked to Daken, and began looking him over. They saw that the tranquilizers had made their way out of his system.

"How are you feeling?" one of them asked.

"Like shit." He told him. "Let me out of these damn things!"

"You need to stay calm, Daken. Need to keep a clear head." The other said. The other was a female, and she was a therapist. The first doctor began to take out a syringe from his coat pocket. He motioned to one of the agents to unrestraint his left arm so that he could get a blood sample.

"What are you doing?" Daken asked when he saw it.

"We need to take a small sample. We're trying to help you." He explained as the agent freed his arm.

"I don't need help!!" he yelled, that part of him going into a craze.

"Hold his arm down! And watch out for the claws!" the doctor said as the two agents held his arm down just as all three of his claws came out.

"Let me go!! Let me go now!" Daken kept yelling. He managed to get his arm free from their grip and slashed one of the agents' back right open, falling to the floor in pain. He then was about to use his claws to free his other arm when the female doctor ran up to him and sprayed something in his face, which seemed to calm him down.

"Now, get the sample while he's out of it." She told him. The other agent helped the doctor with getting the sample before restraining his arm again.

Norman Osborn was right outside of the cell, as he watched the whole thing. He couldn't understand how Daken had gone crazy. That Daken was always in control of himself. He watched all four come out, the one agent helping his hurt friend out. Once they were out, he went in.

"You enjoy putting up a fight, don't you." He said as he walked to him.

"Shut up!" Daken said back.

"You know. If you would stay calm, would stay in check with yourself, I would let you off this wall." Osborn began to explain.

"How is she?"

"Kim? I'm not sure. All I do know is that she is in intensive care. I stopped by earlier to see her. And don't worry, Maria is just fine. She's staying with one of the neighbors." He told him. Daken didn't say anything as he began to process it all. Trying to remember what happened inside of him to make him do what he did. "I'm working with a team, or should I say, I have a team working on some ways to tame that beast in you."

"I don't want to be tamed. I can control it." Osborn laughed at that.

"Control it!?! CONTROL IT?!? If you were able to control yourself, you wouldn't have let what happened, happen." Daken growled at that, knowing what he said to be true. He was having a hard time with himself, though he began to think that since he was beginning to have a life with Kim and Maria, he's had to push his true nature down, and now it was fighting him to gain control. "We'll begin a treatment for you soon, once they've had a chance to look over your blood sample. We have to find a way to get around that healing factor of yours. If you want to have any sort of future with your girls, you'll let me help you, or you'll be here for a long time. I can't let you out there, knowing you may do this again. You're unstable at the moment, and you know it." Osborn explained to him.

"Fine, do whatever you have to do. I just want to be able to see Kim and Maria again."

"Good. I hope Kim wants to see you too, when and if she wakes. She is in a coma after all." He told him as he went to the door and left. Daken didn't know what to think, but his heart ached with pain. He wanted to get out and go to her, to say how sorry he was for what he did to her. He began to feel it come again, his animal rage. But he didn't want to hurt anyone. No, he wanted to hurt himself. The way he was feeling, the thoughts of Kim lying in a hostpital bed, he would take his own claws, the ones on his wrists, and kill himself. He was sort of happy that Osborn didn't unrestraint him.

"Maria, it's time for dinner!" Amy yelled from her apartment porch. It was almost six in the evening and Maria was outside playing with the other kids. Amy smiled as she watched Maria tell them that she had to go.

"Coming!" Maria yelled back as she ran, with a smile on her face.

They both sat at the dining room table and ate. Maria was quite hungry as she dung into her food.

"Amy?" Maria said, now looking at her. "Will I be living here now, with you?"

"You'll be staying with me, till Kim gets better." Amy told her.

"But, what about Daken? I miss him too."

"Sweetie, I told you. He had to go somewhere, to….clear his head. He'll be back." She told her.

"When?" Maria asked.

"I don't know. Soon."

Daken sat on the bed in his cell, eating his dinner. He was no longer on the wall as he now had a power damper collar on and had been getting injected with something that kept his emotions and thoughts in check. He felt a little out of it as he ate. Without the collar on, the injections wouldn't be working. He smiled to himself, thinking of Lester and Mac, who both were on medication for their mental problems, and now he was here, in this cell, getting treated for his. He began to wonder if Osborn was on any type of medication. He probably was, but probably would never admit it. He reached down for the can of soda that came with his dinner and took a good sip of it. He finished off his meal and put the tray to the ground and then sat back up against the wall, trying to relax as he finished off his soda, crushing the can with his hand and tossing it to the ground. He then began to feel himself get sleepy, as his eyes became heavy. He laid down on the small bed, on his back, and fell right to sleep.

Two hours went by and Daken was waken, by the female therapist from before.

"Daken, Daken Akihiro. Wake up." She said as she gently shook up. He jerked awake, his claws almost coming out, but stopped short when he saw who it was. "I'm here to start our session."

"Oh, right." He said as he sat up. He looked at her and smiled. She was young, short brown hair.

"I brought a wet cloth also. Thought you would want to clean up." She told him, pointing to his chest.

"Yeah," he said with a little laugh as he took it and began wiping off the dried blood as best as he could, the now once white cloth red.

"My name is Dr. Kyle. I do hope I can help you." She told him as she watched him placed the cloth to the floor. "Tell me about you."

"About me, huh? What's to tell. My life was one living lie, being controlled, still being controlled."

"Tell me about Kim." She said to him.

"Kim….I love her. I really do. We met back when I was me, when all I wanted to do was kill and make people do what I wanted. I guess that's when it all began, when I saw her again after two years."

"What happened?"

"I began to change, to someone I'm not. I began to care about her, about us. I began to push what I really am away, locked it up. Now it's coming out, telling me that I'm being a fool, that I'm no longer the man I was." He began to explain to her.

"And do you agree with it? With what it's telling you?"

"I don't know." He said as he got up, feeling himself get confused on it all.

"It's ok, Daken. We all battle with ourselves." She told him as she watched him begin to pace, his fists clenched.

"But have you ever gone and almost killed the one you love!" he yelled, now looking back at her. His rage was starting to surface again. She got up and walked to him, touched him.

"It's ok, Daken. It's ok to let it out." She told him in a soothing voice. He looked at her and fell into her, as she held him, as she let him cry on her shoulder.

"She'll be fine." She told him.

After his session he would be injected two more times, and given some recreational time by being allowed to get online with a laptop for an hour, within his cell, where he would be able to talk with his online friends. Though he wouldn't be allow to tell them what was really going on with him.