Vash drops to the floor and Azwel kneels next to him, hands reaching out and scrabbling at the collar. He's pushed aside when they move in to give the injection.

One of them grabs Azwel, pinioning his arms behind him, easily holding him despite his struggles. Another locates the device that'd been on his head and looks it over. "This one's nonfunctional," the man says.

"Not an issue," the researcher answers, crossing to a hidden cabinet. "We have more of them." She retrieves another control device from it and returns to where Azwel had slumped, exhausted, in the guard's grasp. When he sees what's in her hand, however, his eyes go wide.

"No... no, you mustn't..." The guard shifts his grip, his arm moving over Azwel's throat and pushing his head back. The thing is fitted back onto him and when it's activated a strangled yelp escapes him as his spine arches violently. He chokes and convulses briefly before going limp in the guard's grip, again. He's still alive, as his laboured breathing indicates.

He hears the researcher order them to place both him and Vash under the extractor before his senses flee.

His unconscious form is picked up and placed on the table-bed again. If Vash is still conscious he'll see they move to do the same with him.