He woke up slowly, his eyes staying closed as he came into awareness. He felt comfortable and warm and stiff and clean. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked a few times. Staring up at the ceiling confused. He last remembered running then ending up on the floor of some shack. Analyzing how he felt and his injuries, he noticed he was in human form. His body must have shifted in his unconscious state, though if he saw a mirror he wouldnâ€™t recognize himself. After the first few months he stopped shifting unless he was injured. Only water gave a reflection in the woods.<br/><br/>He froze, body going stiff. Realizing he was bandaged, sewn, and in a bed. Not where he collapsed. Not making a noise despite the pain he felt from the sudden motion. His head turned from side to side, searching. There was no one there. He sat up slowly, before standing. Barely managing to stand. He felt weak, in pain, and hungry. But the fear of being near someone too great, he had to leave.<br/><br/>He stumbled slightly into the bedroom doorway, and froze when he saw the man laying on the ground in front of the fire. The man was ruggedly beautiful, and the first person besides those hunting him, that he had seen this close in two years.<br/><br/>He walked silently around the man, watching him as he slowly worked his way to the door. The floor was suddenly slick under him and he tumbled to the ground, crashing into a chair on his way down. He groaned in pain, the first sound he had made from his injuries since he woke. He blearily looked over at the man to see if he had awoken while slightly wondering why he felt like he could trust him as well as bubbly and warm.