but to his horror he realizes he is getting up , throwing the covers aside and getting out of bed , and although he can feel the sutures in his hip and across his belly straining and breaking open , spilling what is undoubtedly donated blood down his leg and into his pubic hair , soaking it , he walks across the room without a limp , through a patch of sunlight that casts a brief but very human shadow on the floor ( not a grayboy now , there is that to be grateful for , at least , because the grayboys are toast ) , and to the door .