He wasn't going to attack the tasty looking boy! He was going to eat him! There was a big difference there! He punched and kicked and, most importantly, bit at the orderlies, hoping to get a solid bite of sweet delicious flesh. He was so very, very hungry. He wanted to devour them and taste their flesh and listen to them scream, but he wasn't as strong as he normally was. He should have been able to shrug them off and bite off their heads without a second thought. But instead he fought, and hoped that one of his bites would connect to some delicious and tasty orderly flesh.