"Compared to what else happened, I'm feeling lucky I got away with only a scratch." Scratch being a massive understatement, given the bandages that encompassed his back and the stitches he could feel in his skin there. The claws had barely grazed the backs of his arms- enough to have wrappings of their own, but nothing life-altering. That blow was taken by the inspector.

He looked over his shoulder again, the nurse giving him a nod. He finally had a seat in the floor, his legs still feeling as restless as his mind in spite of the pangs that ran up and down his back. A sigh pushed through him. So much for being a hero protagonist.