"Tch... Bet if she were a dog they wouldn't bat an eyelash." He had nothing against dogs, of course but Iza was his baby. He picked up the carrier and set it on the floor, all while carefully keeping a hold on the little cat.

He leaned back then, easing a quiet sigh before he turned his eyes to the IV bag. He'd been instructed to take the remote he was given and press the Call button whenever it emptied if he wanted to get out so bad as to make no less than four escape attempts.

"Got people with busted arms n' legs in this clinic. Me? 'Moderate' dehydration n' chills. Shouldn't even be here..."