Angder opened his eyes and smiled. Shooting Merloon, even in a dream, was unbelievably satisfying. he appeared to be in some kind of hospital, he was strapped down, and (at least in theory) could not move, He could see someone in a white lab-coat to his right, Angder opened his mouth to say something, but stopped.
Something was wrong
He glanced at the tools, not surgical, he was not convinced they were even clean. Grimacing, he forced his left arm to lift, breaking the strap holding it down. He winced from the pain. with his left hand free, he had no problem undoing the others, but that first hand always hurt.
Angder got off to the right of the bed, allowing his claws to be heard hitting the tiles. "Oh hey doc" He said cheerfully "Do you mind telling me where I am?"