(OOC: If no-one's going to do anything while he recovers...)<br/><br/>After about half an hour, Andy stirred, turning slightly. "Uhh... oh... mom, is that you? What a screwy nightmare." He reached down, groping for something. "Kicked the covers right off..." His bare hand intercepted the flooring of the subway station, and his eyes snapped open, looking up at Oka.<br/><br/>He flinched, then apologised. "Sorry miss. You tend to loom without realising it. I guess you patched me up again." He sighed. "Given my druthers, I'd rather I didn't end up giving you so many chances to practice."<br/><br/>He sat up, wincing as the healed up, but still twinging scar across his back flexed.<br/><br/>"Now I wish I was back in the nightmare... The monster, it's dead? And Thar's alive? I couldn't see what happened, only that he was grabbed. That's why I attacked sooner than I wanted to. So much for the vulpine neck pounce."