Whitefish River We're in the car on a highway

Eventually, he came back into consciousness. the last thing he could remember was speaking to Evergreen and what came of that? He couldn't remember what happened after - nor the different surroundings around him than the usual spot he chose to sleep in to keep with familiarity and routine (something he had kept strict with in order to keep himself safe and clean). 

Sliding his head across the ground to see Speedy as she came back, lips twisting upward in a smile as he greeted her. Greetings Speedy, what's up? His question was swiftly answered as she spoke of his wounds, brows arched curiously as his mood didn't sway at the mention. Are they that nasty? With no feeling to tell if they were sore or hot, nor smell to pick out any infection, he was solely relying on everyone else to keep an eye on any wounds essentially. 

Oh, the glory and beauty of a congenital disease. 

Good news for her is that he didn't have any reason to whine or flinch or complain about any treatment coming his way.