Luka nodded, eyes on his clipboard as he scribbled down a few more words. Looking at the writing, he remembered how his sister used to whine about his illegible handwriting. She ended up showing him how to write neater, and his handwriting still held some of her influences. A faint nostalgic smile pulled at his lips before his attention snapped back to his patient. He caught a glimpse of the shifter wiping his eyes and briefly wondered if he had been crying. With all that had happened, he probably wasn't in the best shape emotionally, even if his physcial wounds were healing rather well.

[i]"I'll go down to the kitchen and grab something for you and your friend,"[/i] he said with a grin and set his clipboard down on the bedside table. Luka walked to the door and hesitated for a second before turning around. [i]"And please stay in bed. The longer you let your body rest, the quicker you'll be out of here."[/i] He gave Devon a hard look before closing the door and walking to the kitchen. His first encounter had gone better than expected. He wasn't sure why everyone else had acted like Devon was a monster.