Devon pursed his lips into a scowl, he could do this, he knew he could! But, maybe sitting down for awhile longer wasn't a bad idea. He pulled his legs back under the thin blanket and leaned against the bed's backboard, he was nothing if not stubborn, he was at least sitting up for now. And anyways, he could wait until the doctor was gone to try and walk around a bit again. He wiped away the tear stains from his cheeks and rubbed the crust from his eyes, no appearing weak to others, that was unacceptable. 

"Yeah, food." he admitted, he was damn hungry now that he was thinking about it. "Food is a good idea." Mr. Muffins picked himself up and trotted over to the shifter's lap lazily, and made himself comfortable again. Devon jumped as the cat stepped on a few bandaged gashes across his thighs, but managed to keep from yelping. "And a bowl for water for this thing here. Since he's mine now I guess." he nearly growled, grimacing at the pleased looking cat.