Lyle walked slowly along the sidewalk, his gray eyes glazed over with pain as he tried to concentrate on the route he had to take to get to the clinic. He wondered numbly what would happen once he got there; he'd heard stories of the local clinic being raided by druggies all the time, so if he asked nicely, maybe with his claws, they'd just give him what he needed out of habit. His lips parted to show glinting, sharp teeth- his bodies instinctive reaction to half shift while in danger or badly hurt. As he walked he noticed people slinking out from alley ways like rats- the night life of the neighborhood slowly waking. He felt their eyes on him and he quickly lowered his head; wounded he would be unable to defend himself if they wanted to thrash a weak shiftling like him.