The relief at having his hands freed was nothing compared to the pain he currently underwent, though that too was fading as he lie there.
"Oh, yes. I'm fine," he said with bitter sarcasm. "I love lying on the floor and feeling like someone's taken a knife to my side--which, ironically enough, someone has. Gods, Cat Man, what were you thinking?"
Then the doctor was shouting some more and Kabe winced. Once again his head pounded, each stressed word from the man's mouth barbed like a prickly plant.
"Stop shouting, man!" he said dryly. "If anything, he broke me, so you should probably get around to fixing that instead of adding the explosion of my very head to my list of ailments." Pain ebbing to something he could bear, Kabe rolled onto his back, arms splayed out beside him. It wasn't so bad down here, really. Maybe a bit hard and uncomfortable, but he didn't see himself getting up any time soon until he didn't feel like throwing up all over the place. The migraine didn't help.
He turned his head and looked at Cat Man, the man's terrified face truly amusing, making him smile. Oh, Cat Man. Full of new--if not a bit annoying--surprises.
