"It's Michael, your Majesty," The girl replied to him. Hayden's eyes immediately widened, and he immediately turned fully towards the girl who'd claimed to be his knight. He had plenty of reason to be surprised, after all. It hadn't seemed that anyone else had been saddled with the misfortune of the wrong
gender of body, as far as Hayden had been able to tell so far. Gosh, they really
had chose bodies at random, then.
The girl who'd claimed to be his knight pulled away from him suddenly, and looked down at her body for what must have been the first time. Her - or, rather, his - hands flew to his chest, as if testing whether the feminine bust could possibly be a mirage. As they landed on the soft, round truth, Michael's hand dropped down to his groin, obviously finding himself lacking quite a bit. It was at that point that the poor man trapped within a girl's body began to dry heave, seeming to panic. Hayden wasn't quite so sure what to do with himself, and he found himself simply standing and staring, stopped in the middle of the hallway. He opened his mouth, trying to see if he could speak some words of consolation to his unfortunate knight, but he found none. If only he had shut his mouth then, rather than try to force out words, as the only words which came out were simply the first ones to come into his head.
"Holy
breasts," he uttered, and immediately clamped his hand over his mouth. The statement would, in no way, help the current situation. But honestly... oh god. Oh
god. He could only imagine what it would be like to have suddenly been placed into a woman's body. It was enough of a shock to have an unfamiliar body, but for it to be
that unfamiliar... He suddenly recalled the girlish features he'd seen in the reflection on the window panes; girlish tattoos and roses in his hair, an all-too-thin and un-masculine body. Just in case, he found himself dropping the hand from his mouth and running it over his own chest, and felt more relief than he ever thought he would to be feeling that typical flat chest.
In a moment, Michael was moving again, and Hayden continued the stride as well, knowing that the burly men at the back of the group would be forcing them along if they stood still for any longer. Hayden swallowed, turning his head forward once again with just his eyes following his knight. Michael was uneasy, stumbling, and still seemed shaken up quite a bit, though he tried his very best to grab back composure, to move on from the issue. Hayden couldn't help but give the man some credit for that.
"I am sorry, my Lord, it won't happen again." Mika said, trying to act as if nothing were wrong.
"How are you feeling, your Majesty? Do you require anything?"Give him credit, yes, Hayden could certainly do that. But he didn't liked that he was trying to ignore his own problem. Hayden's situation was hardly so... severe... Yes, he was scrawny, delicate, pale as a ghost, but he was fine. And he knew he was fine. His knight, however, seemed far from fine. Hayden averted his eyes, letting them fall onto the path through the hallways instead.
"Don't be sorry," Hayden responded softly, and after a moment, he turned to face his knight, giving small, solemn smile. "Honestly, look at me; I am fine. Don't belittle your own problem, because that isn't going to make it go away. I'm adjusting, I always do in new situations, so don't worry." He sighed, trying to think while he turned his head away from the petite blonde in which his connection to the past resided. Even keeping such an open mind to the possibility that if these people were able to put Michael into that body, that they could put him into a different one, he had doubts that they actually would. It had already become quite clear that they didn't really care when it came to who ended up in what for a new body.
Hayden bit his lip for a moment, before his eyes drew back over to Michael, looking at him through the corner of his eyes once again.
"Come on," He said finally, grabbing Mika's wrist and beginning to pick up the pace, eyes back to where he was going. "I want to be at the front of the group."
Hayden practically dragged the poor boy-girl, despite knowing that he was still having some trouble with movement. He simply weaved through the others, trying to get ahead of them. But as he brushed past one of the others - too distracted to see who it was - he cringed at the sudden and unexpected contact. He kept moving through his sudden reaction, despite knowing full well that the tenseness that ran through his entire body could be seen both on his face, and probably felt through the grip he had on Mika's wrist. He wasn't aware, however, that a small, audible wince had escaped him as well. That touch... if felt painful. It hadn't been like what he'd been doing earlier, when he'd moved closer to the group, when he'd grabbed his knight to bring him in close. A fire burst through that spot, running deep, and piercing him through the gut. He felt an immense amount of fear in that one small moment, and then he was pushing it down again, letting it simmer through his abdomen and pretending it wasn't there. He made a small mental note to himself that he would not be allowing anyone to touch him without telling him first.
Before long, he'd managed to drag Mika up with him to the front, walking alongside the girl with the clipboard. Her stride didn't slow, or even speed up, and she hardly seemed surprised to have him up there.
"Hello, there," He greeted to her, fighting the remnants of the mental pain that still rung through him, and his hand still gripped his knight's hand, though he gave her a charming smile. Upon examination of the girl one more time, he found what he assumed was her name upon a little plastic card hanging on her coat. "K Randall?" He inquired, tilting his head to one side. Only a few hours had he been awake in this body, and still, he managed to play it's features well.
"That would be me, yes," She replied, giving back a polite, if not somewhat amused smile. "Dr. Katelyn Randall. And you're Hayden."
"
King," He emphasized, "Would be my accurate title, just as yours is apparently 'Doctor.'"
"Tell me, then," She continued, "What exactly are you a king of?"
Hayden smiled to himself, though it was a bit solemn. She had a point, as his kingdom was completely gone. In a way, he was nothing but a slave. His high standing was nothing but the past, and there was hardly anything left. "Myself, I suppose," he finally answered.
"Not a bad answer," she replied, giving a slight nod. "Is there something you wanted to discuss, then?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," Hayden responded. His face turned forward again, and his eyes went to the corners again, towards Mika. "Aside from most of the big problems, of course."
"Well, anything you'd like to discuss, I'll be around the house most hours of the day. That way if you'd like some more private time to ask questions, you'll have it." Dr. Katelyn said, her final statement, before giving another polite smile at him and moving slightly ahead, opening the door to a large wing of the third floor. That was how the houses' numbers worked, in accordance with the floors they were on. When the group entered, it was full of cleanly, white decor, and the immediate room in which they entered was a large seating area with what would have looked like to them like simply a big flat black rectangle mounted on the wall. The rest of the 'house' sported four rooms, eight full-size beds, two full bathrooms, a simple dining area, a limited kitchen, an authorized-personnel-only examination room, and cameras everywhere they could possibly be.
"I'll let you all get situated for a while, and then I'll be calling in each of you to the examination room to check your vitals and--" she held herself back, realizing she should keep things simple for now. "Just for a small checkup."
Hayden eyed the room quietly for a moment while she spoke, slowly moving back the locked room near the back of the house. His eyes went back to her just as she was ducking out, disappearing into the back. Likewise, the more burly men released the girl with the red hair, and promptly aid Dr. Katelyn in wherever she was going. Hayden's eyes traveled back to the door, almost ready to consider what was stopping them from leaving, but no... It would be locked. Their captors weren't that stupid. But neither was he, and there was always a way around a lock. It just required a lot of planning. Finally, he looked back to his knight, and noticed that his grip remained around Michael's wrist without loosening.
"Sorry," Hayden uttered, furrowing his brows and releasing him, offering up an apologetic smile. "Are you alright for now?" He knew his knight was far from alright, and the issue about knowing what pronoun to use was beginning to give him a headache, but at the very least he could be sure that his Knight didn't have any more immediate problems.