Not hearing it and unable to open the window, he shifted around the building and found what he hoped was the doctor's window. This one was open, but as he slipped inside, he fell to the ground with a curse. Clutching his wound, he glared down at the blood. Great, the stitching came out. Looking around, he saw he was on the other side of the doctor's bed. He hobbled over towards it, breath haggard as he studied the man lying there. It was strange. In this lightning the doctor reminded him (somewhat) of his wife.