He had tensed up everytime she had touched him, but followed her lead, knowing that the rest of his day was likely going to be filled with a not great time. When they got outside, he got into the backseat of her car without issue and layed down the whole ride, refusing to speak much like how he was at while at the police station, already knowing where they were headed. Once they got there, he got out without much fuss and followed her in. Once in they had to pass through security, which was much like an airport's but tighter. He removed everything from his pockets, not expecting the pen but also figured he might have accidentally lifted it from the station when told to put everything back into his pockets by Lacy. Afterwards he stepped through the metal detector to no beeps. They fiddled with his phone making sure location wasn't turned on and if it was, deleted any form of location back data before handing it back to him. Everything else they allowed him to have except for the Pen, one of the guards took it to the back room of their station and started to talk on their walkie.
He was curious as to what that was about but continued forward with Agent Waters until they got to an exam room that Hofflan normally ran out of. He was already in there, expecting them.
"Thanks, I'll take it from here. I'm not worried about the whole 72 hours bit, I already have people working on it all. By the time all is said and done, the only evidence that will exist is that detective's memory. I'll make her feel like she is going crazy, so she won't get further involved." He said with a sly smile. "Now leave us. I have a very sick patient to take of." He said not wanting a response from Waters. Once she left he looked over to Dreki, walked over to him and put a hand on Dreki's shoulder. He felt a low but constant burning sensation, and his smarmy smile turned into a frown. He removed his hand.
"Strip naked, put on the patient gown on the bed and lay down on the bed." He said in a command voice and Dreki followed his instructions. With the cross Lacy having gave him in his pants pocket, when Hofflan put his hands on Dreki, this time trying to find a good spot on where to place an IV. He didn't feel that burning sensation in his hands like he did before.
"Good now we can begin." He said as he hooked up a saline bag to the IV and grabbed some syringes to put medicine in the other opening on the tube. As the medicine flowed in, Dreki began to feel even weaker than he did just by being sick. He felt heavy, and after Hofflan pushed medicine into the IV line, he began to strap Dreki down onto the bed. Hofflan seeing the discomfort on Dreki's face explained.
"Just some setatives to relax you, plus medicine to help you get better faster. The straps are for everyone's safety, now rest a little will you?" As he spoke a few nurses entered the room. "Monitor him. If he needs any meds, you know where to inject. Once his fever goes down, I need 3 workable sperm samples." Dreki heard that last bit, as the nurses began doing their general checkover on him and writing things down in a chart.
"Excuse me, what?" Dreki managed to say as Hofflan was going for the doors. He turned around to face Dreki and in a very Smarmy and slightly condescending tone, spoke with a smirk.
"Remember how you weren't sure if you wanted to be a dad and how we weren't sure if you'd he made sterile by the procedure or not? Honestly I want something to compare to your old sperm, wonder if that changed at all. Plus there are other things I need it for. I know you're a little slut on the outside so just sit back and enjoy it. You won't remember this or any of today really. Well, unless I decide it's time for you to remember again of course." Hofflan started to laugh as he walked out of the room. Dreki felt uncomfortable not wanting any of this and feeling like Hofflan wasn't telling the full truth with that. Even if he wasn't strapped in, he felt too heavy to move, and hoped his fever would last him to hold that part off as long as possible.
After a few days, Dreki woke up in his room in his apartment at home and not at the facility. He remembered being sick the past few days but that's about it. He checked his email and sure enough, he, or someone for him, called him off of work for the week. He sighed, thankfully, as he got up and started to prepare his clothes and bedding for laundry. After all if he was sick, he wanted to get the sick germs off of them. While emptying out pants pockets, in one of his pants he came across a golden cross necklace that he had never felt or seen before. He wondered where it came from, and guessed it must have come from one of his many partners he had before he got sick, he decided to put it on top of his desk in his room in case they came back for it. After he threw a load in the wash, he decided it was time to go to the library, pick up some new material, and relax for the rest of the night. He felt fine, but didn't want to chance it, particularly since he doesn't remember really being sick other than what it felt like. He assumed he slept it all off.