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Tommy started to move away from Lauren as she came closer, but caught himself in mid-act. Lauren was a friend...right? His mind kept on telling him. Thankfully though, since he had recently fed, the cloud over his mind had started to lift somewhat. He nodded a few times and held his ground, nervously shifting weight from one wing/hand to another. "Yeah, Poombah's laying out there a little ways ******** acted like he didn't wanna be my friend...so I...corrected him," he said with a grin, probably confusing the hell out of Lauren unless she was very familiar with the movie The Shining. Even in his feral state, he still had to relate everything to movies.

"He got those tusks into me a few times...but...oh God, you have no idea...I just have to bite 'em once or twice...and they never stop bleeding...nevernever...just keeps on going. Anti-coagulants...must be better 'cause I'm a big-a** bat'r something...I dunno. But I could feel it, yaknow? The heart slowing down...I could feel it so well..." he looked off over the beach as he recalled this with a grin. The heat-sensors in his nose could feel it as the boar's bloodpressure slowed...slowed...and started to cool as he lapped up the life-blood. It was rapture.

Tommy shook his head. "Nonono...it went after me...I was trying to find a deer, but heh...most're too fast for me. That boar though, yeah...it struck first. Law of armed conflict 'n all," he said while nodding, "But...goddamn I was so hungry..." He sighed, that wild look slowly but surely draining from his eyes. "I...I'm sorry, Lauren...I dunno what's wrong with me right now.

He nervously looked up and down the beach once more before running the forearm of his wing over the top of his head. He suddenly felt very self-conscious in front of Lauren. He hated the way he looked right now. Between the multitude of scars all over his upper torso to the ugly bat-features...he was tired of it all. And he sure as hell didn't want Lauren to see him like this. He slowly edged away from her, looking more and more uncomfortable as he went.

He cringed back slightly from her hand, but mantally chastized himself for such a reaction. She's not going to hurt you, Tommy...snap out of it already...she just wants to help. He looked away for a moment before turning his head back to Lauren. Again, he nervously shifted from wing/hand to wing/hand. The strips of cloth from his BDU's which covered his knuckles were soaked with blood.

"Y...yeah, I think so..." he said quietly, "I've been through worse, anyway. Between sharks and dragons, I thought I could handle a boar." He carefully brought the back of a hand up to his eye to wipe away a stream of blood that trickled down.

Tommy grinned at that. "Wouldn't be the first time," he said with a humorless chuckle. He seemed to be calming down somewhat, those nervous habits quieting themselves as his body responded to a good meal. "But...heh...sure, I'd love some help," he said as he stretched out a wing/hand with a wince.

"Hah...seriously...those bastards are mean as s**t...think I'll stick to the s**t the labs give me instead."

Tommy winced once more as his wing was stretched out. The bruising over his arm would probably indicate that he took a nasty hit by said boar right there. Tommy did his best to help her help him up, but was actually quite surprised when she was able to do it mostly by herself. Am I really that light? Christ, I weighed close to two hundred pounds when I first got here...

"Only for you," he said with a wry grin at her first comment. "Hah! You really think I could catch a rabbit like this? My hips are so out of whack right now that the only chance I get at a real meal is if they're injured or attacking me. Goddamn...one more month...I think...That's the time frame, right? I changed...when...s**t..." he trailed off as he shook his head to clear the forming cobwebs, "Near Christmas time...I think."

Tommy did his best to not slow her down much, but his body just wasn't capable to move that quickly in this form. "Heh...yeah, I guess. I dunno if they'd do that just for me...though...they did finally install a pullup bar in my duplex. First time I've had a decent night's sleep in forever. I dunno...maybe Sabin'll find it funny enough to get it for me. That man's got a twisted sense of humor..."

He glanced up at Lauren as she answered the question about changing. One month...Christ...though he still considered himself extremely anti-lab...he would be more than willing to get on his knees and beg the labs to inject him and finish the job right then.

"Heh, yeah...I um...if they allow it anyway...I'd like to inject myself, in all honesty. From what I hear this last one's got a bit of...well...finality to it...and I'd rather do it myself if anyone's gonna."

"Woah...waitwait...coma? Christ, what happened?"

Tommy's head was swimming now that he'd gotten off of the adrenaline high. Slowly, his wounds began to speak to him...then yell...and finally scream. The cuts and scrapes on his shoulders and back hurt the worst, them being on scar tissue. His head though...a headache began to radiate from the still seeping gash on his forehead. Every bump and jostle they made on their journey just made it worse. Where are we going? He thought to himself groggily.

His head perked up as she explained to him at first how much it will hurt...and then about the coma. If he were in any other state of mind, he would have probably been able to tell the lie...but at the moment, there was no way. Four months though? That's...dangerous territory...thought I read somewhere that if you didn't wake up after two weeks you were pretty much a goner.

"Goddamn..." he muttered out, "sorry to hear it...yer lucky though...four months...s**t, that's...that's dangerous territory."