He's angry, he's hurting all over and his entire body is aching.

The last thing he had seen was his son, his son, saving his life. Miles didn't know what he did to deserve that, truly didn't. Perhaps he had been lucky enough, granted a third chance in life, one he wasn't so sure he was so worthy of taking. It was better if he had died, or so he assumed, considering the amount of damage he had done... but did he really feel guilty for it all?

He wants to lash out, because the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is you, and then suddenly he's moving too quickly for his body to handle, ears pinning to the side of his head as a hiss left his lips, a toothy grin that just showcased how much pain he was in. A curse follows soon after, and then he's turning his gaze to you, a glare so harsh it could've killed you if he could throw daggers through his eyes.

"Where the hell am I?" His voice comes out harsh and dry, filled with poison, even, and if he was in the right conditions he would've pressed a knife to your throat. "Quick, cupcake, answer the damn question."