Though Michael remained relatively unscathed by his fall, the injuries that he had sustained were severe enough to nearly knock him senseless. He had cracked his head quite hard on the floor's dull surface, and he could already feel the bruises beginning to form deep beneath his skin. Within a day, his entire back would be one dark mass of mottled purple and ochre. Although nothing was seriously injured, he was still in a great deal of pain.<br/><br/>His vision slowly returned. As it did so, two things developed. The first was to be expected after such a fall: a throbbing red pain spread it's tendrils through his skull. The impact and resulting pain were interfering with his brain's ability to function properly, but an image gradually threaded it's way through his optic nerves. This second thing, however, was an altogether different and most definitely unexpected development.<br/><br/>The image resolved into a feminine feline creature that was easily the size of a full-grown woman. It bumped his chin, and this disarmed him slightly. The nudge reminded him of a cat he had kept as a boy. She had often nudged his chin the way this much larger cat just did; the same way that Dr. Ignatius' Siamese often nudged her keeper's chin as well, Michael thought.<br/><br/>His vision continued to clear, and he propped himself up on his elbows with a groan. The farther up he rose, the better he could see. At the next flash of lightning, he saw that the feline's ears were attached to some sort of headband. The band itself had been disturbed, which caused the cat ears to sit at an angle misaligned with the rest of her head. He smiled as he realized that the cat wasn't just the size of a full-grown woman; rather, it<strong>was </strong>a woman. The creature that had pounced on him wasn't a cat at all.<br/><br/>The poor thing must just think she's a cat, he thought to himself. Well, if that's the case, then he'd go along with it. He had long ago learned not to challenge another patient's delusions unless it was absolutely necessary to do so. Seeing no necessity in the current situation, he reached out a large calloused hand and scratched the top of her head in the way that he might pet an actual cat. The darkness made it difficult to tell for sure, but Michael thought the woman was completely naked. This made him enjoy having her straddle him even more. Though he could not feel it, since his mind was still out of sorts, a bulge had begun to rise in his pants where her body put pressure on him.<br/><br/>He enjoyed this for a moment until - like before - two things developed; this time, however, they happened simultaneously.<br/><br/>As it finally finished recovering from his fall, Michael's brain began processing sensory information from all five sources once again. The sound of pain-wracked moans emanating directly from his left penetrated his consciousness as the sensation of a thick warm liquid coursed down his thigh.<br/><br/>A sense of worry grew within him as belatedly noticed that Gina had fallen as well, and more significantly, the cat girl's exposed vagina was leaking fresh red blood. "Well, fuck me..." he muttered; not as a command, but as an expression of alarm.<br/><br/>Not even sure which woman he was referring to, Michael asked in a louder voice, "Hey now, are you alright??"