With the injection done so close to the source of Aoba's issues, such as they were, it was a rapid shift. Desire hummed a bit at the sensation, disappointed that it barely hurt at all, but he felt that doorway reinforced and felt complacent enough to slip back through.

Gold dulled back into hazel and Aoba nearly staggered forward into Declan, blinking back into awareness with a delayed but also newly startled, "I'd!"

"Aoba!" Ren exclaimed from the floor, darting over while Aoba came to grips with to fact that he was standing instead of being on the couch, and that his neck stung like his arm did whenever he -- oh, yes, there, that was his injector in Declan's hand.

"Wh... what's going on? Did I pass out??"

That was all he could think of to explain his sudden change in position, but... not why he was standing instead of on his back somewhere.