Mr. Muffin's ears twitched as the door creaked open, he had only registered hearing someone pacing down the hall a few seconds prior. At least his hearing was mostly unscathed, though perhaps he was a bit delayed in cognizance still. The shifter tilted his head only slightly, just enough to see the newcomer. He looked the medic up and down slowly, eyes lingering a few seconds more than what he knew would be comfortable before looking back down to the cat pushing his head into his hand. 

"Sore." he stated sharply, flexing his other arm to test it's movement. He took a breath, a sharp pain echoed through his chest, "Bruised rib, my right. Slight whiplash. No broken bones. Flesh injuries seem to be taken care of, so you can at least do that." He rattled off, mentally taking count of his injuries. Devon had had worse done to him, no point in complaining further. 

Flinching, he started to pull himself up to get out of bed, if he had been laying there for a few days then that was enough. His arms and back screamed out in protest as he twisted to get leverage, he could do this, he had been through worse, right? The tabby by his side grumbled and batted at him to lay back down and continue petting him, which only earned his a sharp look from the shifter.