Ray Nelson chose a rather hard profession to work at. It wasn't just the level of schooling and practice that was required to get to his position of a doctor, but it was also being around such delectable patients all the time. That's actually why he decided to take this job, where helping others was a good cover for the somewhat easy access to his less than mundane meals. It was sometimes a challenge, especially when his ravenous appetite sank in during an operation, but a strong will was usually able to overcome the temptation to feast on his patients. Usually.<br/><br/>Thankfully, his most recent patient wasn't exactly a very enticing meal. A bit of intracranial hemorrhaging was a cause for concern, then the length of unconsciousness, but it didn't seem like anything was severely damaged. The CT scans that were run revealed that it wasn't as bad as it had seemed when the young man first arrived. Dr. Nelson picked up the chart to check on the teen as a nurse came up to him and let him know how the patient was doing. Ah, so Mr. Jackson had finally woken up. And it was only after three days, which wasn't all that great, but it wasn't a horribly long amount of time, either. If it had been just two more days, though, then he could have- No, never mind. The creature didn't need to let his thoughts wander down that path right now. After all, he still had to get through until the end of his shift before he could handle getting real sustenance on his stomach.<br/><br/>"Morning, Mr. Jackson. I'm Doctor Nelson, and I am very glad to see that you're awake and alert," the doctor greeted the human. His mid-toned olive flesh and black wavy hair - that was currently pulled back into a loose tail with the loose strands curled close the tops of his ears - seemed to be even darker when compared to the pristine white trench coat that he wore, the universal trademark of most doctors. His supposed-to-be hazel eyes met with the forest green hues as he was asked about 'blue' eyes. That was an odd question, but sometimes the disorientation of waking up from trauma induced loss of consciousness could cross some wires and make things a bit harder to grasp. Sometimes it re-organized the files that stored the words, so maybe the human meant to say brown or green, but blue was the closest thing that it could grasp and spit out at the moment. It was odd, but far from unheard of.<br/><br/>"That's a rather odd question, first thing. But no, I'm afraid they would be considered a green, much like your own," he assured in a friendly and gentle tone that seemed to have a bit of a dry edge to it. Most people missed that, thankfully, as it was another trait of his actual species. Much like the odd purple eyes that most humans couldn't process through the natural glamour that most 'supernatural' creatures tended to possess. "Did the nurse bring you Advil and some water to help with your headache, yet?" he asked as he stepped over and took a seat in the chair beside the bed. The goal was to not seem rude and intimidating, if at all possible. He tried to keep his speech as regular as possible, since even he tended to cringe when others in his profession threw out big words every chance that they could.<br/><br/>"You will be here for a couple more days, just to make sure everything's fine. Sometimes there's memory loss, or some other minor complication that we can't assess when you're unconscious. So, we just want to make sure that you will recover properly, don't suffer any issues with motor skills, that your cognitive functions all still work as they are supposed to. I know you haven't had a lot of time to process everything, yet, but have you noticed anything off? A ringing in the ears, maybe?" For the time being, he wasn't concerned about the question of his eyes, though that could turn into something to be concerned over, if it wasn't just a temporary thing.