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Ken woke up feeling decidedly off. His body felt oddly heavy, not heavy like gravity heavy but heavy like moving was difficult. His head ached vaguely, not like a headache but like he had taken a solid hit to his face a day or two ago. His wrist stump felt oddly like he had a hand on the end of it and his leg felt the same the sensations much stronger than the phantom ones he was used to. He blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling a few times in confusion before memories of the last time he had been awake came back to him.

He went to sit up, and groaned. He was thirsty, and very hungry. Oddly he craved the little mint biscuits that they used to clean their teeth with once a week, even though he didn’t like them much. His groan did not however go unnoticed.

Jess voice from beside him said softly, “The sleeper awakens. How are you feeling Ken?”

“Ma’am! I mean uh Jess. I’m good to go, Jess just give me a minute to get my bearings,” he said trying to sit up a second time.

He felt a hand on his chest holding him down with disturbing ease. “Your not ready to be up and moving just yet. Now no bullshit, god's honest truth, how are you feeling?”

Sighing, Ken eyed her before he replied, “Weak Jess, very week. Did something go wrong? I don't remember waking up this week when I was injured.”

His chest was stroked and his fur smoothed out, the strokes oddly comforting. “Your doing fine. I don’t know what all they did for you in post op for your injuries but this was pretty complex and done in a rush. I imagine in the military they did things more spread out, to the limit they could to get best recovery results. First how does your head feel?”

“Like I was punched a few days ago, Jess. Just an ache,” he reached up to feel the spot and his hand was batted away.

“Leave the dressing alone. Doc said that your eye socket would take some time to heal up given the stress put on you with the the work done but so long as you left it alone you would be fine,” Jess instructed him, “Now how about your right hand? No! Do not try and move it around!” She ordered him, “If you must move it just a very light motion inside the hand brace.”

He did as instructed, “I can feel a hand!” He explained as he told his hand to move and got a spastic twitch for his efforts. It felt like pins and needles for doing so but that was a small price to pay and he tried to lift his arm up to see.

“Easy tiger,” he heard from Jess, who he realized must be on his blind side. He felt her help him lift his arm up where he could see it, the hole limb up to just past his elbow was in some form of immobilization brace.

There were clear spots where he could see skin, the skin of the back of his hand! He stared at it in wonder, “Is it real? OR am I dreaming?”

There was a laugh from Jess, “Well if it weren't to be messed with yet I would pinch it to show you it was real. Still, I can do this,” she said and tickled his belly.

“That won't work,” he said keeping calm. He was not going to admit the only reason she hadn’t made him work to keep from squirming like a puppy was he was too weak to thrash around like a puppy. He had a sad moment of realization that it had been a very long time since he had his belly tickled.

“I see. How does the foot feel?” She asked him moving on. Did she sound a little disappointed? Or was that a little relieved?

He thought about his foot and tried to wiggle his toes a little realizing it was immobilized too. The pins and needles were more notable there so he said, “Well the hand felt like it had been asleep a little while and the leg a long time. Lots of bitey bug feeling right now.”

She hummed and than said, “Okay all within the ranges doc said they should be form what you had said and the autodoc reads. Now no more trying to move the foot for now okay? I mean don’t move the hole leg any more than you absolutely must. No playing with the limbs for a few more days yet, doctor’s orders.”

“So,” she went on, “Your recovery is going as the doctor expected. He apologizes by the way for having me keep you sedated for so long but says your phyc profile stated you didn’t do well at staying imobile for long periods. The procedure required you to stay as immobile as possible for 10 days to let everything have a chance to heal up in a way to make everything ‘more firm’ he said. Layman's terms he patched you together with duct tape and superglue and needed you still while your body made the patchwork something more permanent. Understood?” Jess finished up with.

“Yes, Jess I think I do,” he told her. His arm and leg are not useful as yet, was what he had gotten out of it.

“Good, now there will be physical therapy, I understand it will be unpleasant but if you stick with things and do as instructed and do not over do it and damage the healing tissue you will be good as new in a few months. To be clear if you over do it and damage something there is a real chance the damage would be permanent or that it could even cost you the replacement limb. Clear?” She asked him directly and firmly.

“Yes Ma’am! Er Jess!” He answered. Don’t over do it or you’re going to regret it and not be useful, he got it.

“Now,” she said and he felt a straw poke at his lips, “You said you were thirsty.”

He did his best to drink from the straw, but his lips unlike human ones did not form a good seal on straws and he drooled water some. She did not complain however as she cleaned him up.

“Good. Now if you think you're up to it we will get you upright and feed you real food if you’re hungry,” she told him.

“Yes, please Jess!” He said eagerly, and his stomach growled its own demand for food, promoting him to say, “Sorry Jess.”

She laughed and the soft sound of a motor could be heard and the top half of the bed folded up bring him into something resembling a sitting position, “No worries, I was expecting you to be eager for solid food. I didn’t know what you liked and failed to look up what you got fed while in the service. So I made you some chunked steak as kind of a treat, I salt and peppered it before searing it on the electric grill, sound good?”

Ken’s mouth watered, he could count the times he had had synth steak, it was a rare treat indeed! They had always been told the stuff was costly and there for only for the most special occasions like finishing basic. “Yes Jess!” and he may have drooled a bit at that.

With a chuckle she put a tray with a plate in front of him of the best smelling synth steak he had ever smelled. He picked up the fork from the tray and dug in. Popping the first chunk into his mouth was a surprise though. The favor was richer than he was used to but the texture was all wrong! He swallowed and looked at the steak and asked, “Why is the texture strange?”

She blinked a few times, “The texture?” Then she got an oh! look. “Thats real steak, not synthetic. I pick it up when I have credits to spare. Synth steak is pretty cheap but I grew up on Earth with the real thing and prefer it. I can start keeping a stock of synth steak in the freezers though if you like it better?”

He ate another bite and chewed thoughtfully, “No this tastes different, but better. Just feels funny.”

Jess looked at him in confusion, “I always thought they tasted the same myself. The texture was the turn off for me.” She paused and shrugged, “Well I am glad you like it. I have looked at your dietary restrictions so I know what you can’t have. But do you like veggies and grains?”

He couldn’t help making a face. “I don't like carrots. Or,” he paused and considered, “well most veggies. I do like mushrooms though and potatoes. Oatmeal is good but we didn’t get any of that a lot. Mostly it was kibble mix, types A through D. A was chicken flavored, B was beef flavored, C was pork flavored and D was sheep flavored. They never were really clear what was actually in it but filled a belly and kept us going. Only time we got food like steak or such was when things was when there was an oversupply. Or, well we did do a drop on one planet to help out in an area getting flooding, and were treated to human food that night of all kinds.” He paused and asked diffidently, “Will there be bacon? We all agreed the bacon was the best.”

She smiled, “Well there is none aboard, but if synth bacon is okay we should be able to get some at the next station. It’s a favorite of mine too. We can try you on a variety of dishes over time, see what you like and what you don’t. But no carrots,” she finished with a smile. “What about fruit?

He sighed wistfully, “Apples were nice and crunchy.”

She laughed, “Well we will se what we can do for apples. Have you gotten to try many fruits?”

He shook his head wolfing down more of the steak. The plate seemed to empty too fast, but his belly told him he was good and full. When he was finished she took it away and he noted his rocket felt funny. Looking down it was partly out of his sheath and sticking out for all to see. He looked for the bed sheet to pull over himself. She was being so nice to him that he didn’t want to upset her with his rocket but to his horror he realized that there was no sheet as she turned back to him.

“And here I thought that wasn’t going to come up for a few more days yet. I guess that will teach me to think that just because there has been a drain on your system in healing that pent up hormones won’t make an appearance.” Jess said even as he yelped and tried to cover himself.

“I’m sorry Jess,” he said, not really understanding what she was talking about, “It won't happen again! I promise! As he desperately covered his rocket with his hand. He couldn’t help the little whine that he could hear in his voice. The last time it had happened to him he had to do 1000 jumping jacks along with his unit and was informed that if he couldn’t keep things under control that they would suffer for it.

Jess reached out and gripped his wrist, “It’s okay Ken! Thats perfictly normal in a man, well male,” she fumbled for a moment, “Anyways, your dick does that from time to time. It’s not something to do in a public place or in front of strangers, but I’m not really that after tending you for so long. Trust me I have seen that thing a few times while tending you,” she explained.

Ken relaxed marginally and let her pull his hand away, if anything his rocket was bigger than it had been. It also felt strange, in a way he had no words for. He realized that he also wanted to put his hand back on it not for the coverage but because his hand brushing against it had felt strangely nice. Like the fancey sheets one of his team had paid for, they had felt nice to rest on. Unlike the sheets his hand wouldn’t cost him 10 credits either.

When Jess reached out and touched the tip of his rocket, he shuddered. The touch sent a thrill through him and muscles in his belly flexed making his rocket move seemingly on it’s own. Something clear drooled form his tip, it smelled like the mess he had to clean up in his bed most morning back before his injuries.

Jess said softly, “Wow you must be pent up. Hush now no complaints for a few minutes, just let things happen, but you need to lay still as you can all right?”

Ken started to reply and then her hand slide down the length of his rocket with a feather light touch and all he could do was gasp. His rocket had always been a source of trouble for him for the longest time, now it was the source of something that felt more amazing than he could put into words. It was like the best belly rubs he had gotten as a pup for doing well multiplied beyond comprehension. Then she was gripping his sheath and sliding it up and down his rocket and he felt something building that he did not understand, a pressure like and not like needing to urinate. He started to speak when her hand shifted down to the to bulges on his rocket that he only saw very rarely, and she gently squeezed behind them and the bulges themselves a little.

He was aware he jumped a little as if a live wire had been applied to him as he wined out at the sensations crashing through him. He lay there after the jolt had hit him stunned. It had been intense beyond anything he could have conceived of. The power of the released pressure was such that he sat there stunned for long moments only dimly aware of Jess. It was like the time in training when they had detonated a explosive near the group to show what concussive shock was like, a part of his mind noted, while most of his mind just ran in circles going ‘holy fuck how did I not know my rocket could do that?’ over and over.

He suddenly became aware of Jess going, “Ken? Ken! Damit don’t tell me I broke you! Shit! Ken?!?”

“Jess?” He said weekly. He pulled his wits back together and lifted his head up some, “I’m fine Jess. I think.” He started to say something more when he became aware of something spurting up into the air and hitting his muzzle, just as he felt a weird contraction of muscles down in his crotch. He blinked in puzzlement and looked down a moment later wondering what was happening when another contraction happen and he shot something from his rocket right into his face! “Gak!” Was his intelligent response as whatever it was dripped off his face.

Jess started giggling, “Oh good you’re okay,.” Then broke down laughing as his muzzle got hit again by another spurt. She got out, “Let me get a towel to clean you up with,” before laughing again.

“Jess what just happened? What was that? And why is my rocket squirting this white stuff out? And um when will it stop?” He added somewhat plaintively as he spurted again, though thankfuly more weekly. This time it landed on his chest, the white on white making it harder to see, yet he could feel it slipping down his fur slowly.

Jess started toweling him off, and he resisted the urge to take it and demand answers when she didn't answer right away. It was acting on urges like that that had gotten him into far to much trouble in training. He also hadn't had the urge in a long long time. On the other hand it had been quite some time since his blood was racing like he felt it now. But he had been taught that those urges were wrong, you did not demand from human’s. Well unless hey were enemy combatants and then only under guidance from other humans.

Jes took long moments to say, “Ken, I learned from Doc Reddy that while you had been in the military and Gentech control that a drug had been in your food. I didn’t agree with what the drug was doing to you so I took you off it. If in time you want back on it that’s okay but it should be your choice. The drug inhibited certain aspects of your biology for the convenience of others and because Gentech are control freaks.” She trailed off not looking at him.

Ken didn’t hesitate to ask, “What did it do to me?”

She sighed. “Look have you ever seen humans having sex?”

“No?” He answered. He knew it was something humans did and that they always seemed disinclined to talk to his kind about. He did know that one human sargent had shown up late one time to guide his unit and one of the more experienced older of the wolves had sniffed a few times and later commented that the human had been having sex with a woman. But he didn’t really know what sex was and now Jess was bringing it up like it was something to be talked of.

“Well do you know what it is at least?” She asked.

“I know that is something human men do with human women sometimes but that's it. We were discouraged from asking about it.” He wondered where this was going.

He watched Jess rub her eyes, “Right. I guess that means we need the hole birds and bee’s song and dance.”

He couldn’t help but ask, “But I’m not supposed to move I thought? How can I dance?”

Jess shook her head, “Not what I meant and if you try to get up I will smack your nose.” He leaned back meekly not wanting her to smack him or be displeased. “Okay, where to start, This isnt something I have ever had to explain before. Right. Well to make babies you have to have sex. A man puts his penis inside the woman's vagina…..” she looked at him and his bewildered look.

“You do know what babies are right?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he told her though he had never seen one up close.

“Right well than do you know what a penis is?” When he shook his head she sighed, “What do you call that thing down there in your groin, the one that spends most of its time hiding in your sheath?”

He brightened because this one he knew, “They told us it was our rocket in the creach.”

“Right well its also called a penis. It has a lot of nicknames such as rocket but it is properly called a penis. A man put his penis in a womans,” and here she paused. “Have you ever seen a naked woman?”

He shook his head and she face palmed, and he heard her clearly say very softly, “Sweet mother of god, how the hell do they manage to keep them so sheltered.”

She lifted her head, “Okay, give me a second.” She reached up and tugged her ship suit collar open with the sound of velcro parting, she undid the front down to her waist and shed her ship suit. She had nothing on under the ship suit and he got an eye full.

Ken had never seen any human naked before, and he thought his eyes would pop out. Humans seemed to have an obsessive need to go clothed from what he had learned. Her breasts were small from what he new of human’s, while he had never seen one exposed before he at least knew what he was looking at. He had never realized that there nipples could be so perky though. Down lower, her raid pelt grew some more between her legs. Parting the red pelt at the lowest point was an opening that he thought looked much to large to be a buthole.

But it didn’t smell like a but hole, in fact he was pretty sure the pleasant smell in the are that had a decidedly female spice to it was coming from there. He had never considered that the female scent was anything interesting but this was. He wanted to sniff more closely but stayed on the bed as instructed. He couldn’t help the fact that his nostrils fluttered as he drew that armoa in eagerly. Jess watching his face turned a little red with embarrassment noting his reaction.

“Okay,” she pointed to the place where her pelt parted, “This is called a vagina. It like the penis has a lot of nicknames. The man slides his penis into a woman’s vagina and after some athletes called sex the man squirts seman into her. Thats the white stuff you are still dripping from your penis by the way. The semen if its the right time of the month for the woman gets her pregnant, and nine months later you have a baby. So you see sex is important part of life. The body is designed to desire it because it leads to a continuation of the species. With me so far?” She paused to ask.

He nodded so she went on, “Well as I said it's an important part of life. Enough so that the drive for it is a strong one in adults, and that drive exists in most living things that science has ever examined,” she paused and looked Ken in the eyes, “But they don’t produce many females of your kind, so to keep you from thinking about such thing to much they used drugs to suppress the body's desire to have sex. I personally think, after reading what I have, that the reason they produce so few females is in one part to see the drug. I think the other part is about controlling your kind’s ability to reproduce.”

Ken couldn’t help but asking in the pause in her explinations, “Why would they want to keep us from doing that?”

She shrugged, “Because if you start reproducing on your own, they cant charge people an arm and a leg for. you guys. They would lose control of the market. So long as Wolves are a commodity they control everyone has to go to them for more wolves. Like I said its all about control.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. He didn’t comprehend all the implications, it was to much to take in all at once. “So why take me off the drug?”

She shrugged, “I don’t like drugs as a way to solve behavior issues is part of it. I also think that whether they castrated you physically or chemically it's wrong to do to a thinking being.”

The more I have examined the system around Dog Boys the more I have realized that it's a form of slavery that been hidden behind complex arguments to make it look like its something else.” She paused and frowned, “Worse I have examined the system for when one of you does somehow manage to buyout your contract and there is decidedly a legal bias setup to force you out of work. I think you then get more or less get deported to a retirement world that United Worlds has set up for your kind in effort to brush issues under the carpet. Its worked for decades, and when a fuss gets raised about it I think Gentech squelches it. I’m not sure about that though I need to do more research.”

“So even if we buyout the contract we aren't free?” He asked in confusion.

“Not if the system is set up to force you to go where they want you too. Are you aware for instance that you need a spacer’s lices to get a spacer’s job? I have a card that authorizes me to use you as a class C spacer. But if I wrote your contract off today and you went to get that license for yourself tomorrow you couldn't even if we were in a United Worlds space dock. I checked when I started noticing some things in the legal speak in your contract. You can’t get one because legally your an animal. Once freed of your contract however legal you would have to have one because the permit for you to act as a class 3 spacer is in the name of the contract holder.”

She frowned and finished with, “I need to read up on this more. But Ken, I will always try to do right by you. I am not as comfortable with this as I was when I walked into there offices. I never thought about” she paused and shook her head, “I need to learn more. But if you decide you want off this boat at some dock, well I’ll put the paperwork together or if you want to go to one of thouse worlds Ill try and get you there.”

She reached out and put a hand on his arm, “Look what I am trying to say is I will give you as much freedom as you want and I can, okay? Don’t ever thing you have to stay with me because its your only option.”

Ken looked at her in confusion, he could tell this was important to her but he felt so very confused, “What would I do if I left?”

She shrugged, “Give it time Ken. Your whole life people have built an invisible cage around you. I can take that cage away but you have to learn what that means. I can help show you, but only you can really define what freedom means.”

Ken looked down, “I’m sorry Jess I don’t understand.”

She nodded, “Not now maybe, but you will. I just felt that you should know. And I kind of jumped topics from sex to other things. Do you at least understand the sex?”

Ken thought about it. “So if I put my penis in you at the ‘right time of month’ you would have a baby?” That was a strange thought. What would a baby be like?

She laughed, “No Ken, a human could get me pregnant, you could not. You could get a fertile female of your kind pregnant. You would have to do it at that right time of the month though. I will leave you some basic biology lessons, I think I have them in the general encyclopedia I have. But your semen would not be able to work with my egg. Before you ask because I can guess what's on the tip of your tongue, its whats there at the right time of the month, beyond that wait for the biology lesson. Ill have it ready to play for you tomorrow. As for putting your penis inside of me that I think we will discuss another day okay?”, she asked blushing some.

He nodded mind a while with all the things she had talked to him about. He didn’t not the long silence until she asked, “Need anything right now?” When he shook his head no, she noded, “Want me to put an entertainment vid on?” She asked.

He looked at her blankly and she shook her head, “I should have seen that coming. How about some soft music?”

He shrugged, and told her, “If you like. I have heard some music I like and some I do not like so much, that human’s played when I was around.”

“How about this?” She asked after pulling out a tablet and tapping ti a few times. Soft music played from speakers, all instrumental and only instrument he thought.

“It sounds nice enough I guess?” He responded.

He hmmed, then told him, “Well if you want it off just ask the computer to stop playing the music. I am going to go put your dishes in the cleanser, if you need anything have the computer page me okay?”

He nodded and she headed out with a parting, “Okay and if you want the bed back down or otherwise adjusted just ask the computer in the meantime okay?”

“Yes Ma’am!” He told her as she left.

She left him to his thoughts, and after a long while of thinking he realized just how much of what she had spoken of he had no understanding of. He asked out loud, “Computer?”

The computers deep male voice said, “Yes Ken?”

“Can I ask you to define things for me?” He asked thoughtfully.

“Yes Ken you can. Because of need to have complex interactions though verbal commands with crew or passengers I have many dictionaries to help me understand both the meaning of words and the concepts behind them. What would you like me to define?” The computer prompted him.

Ken wasn’t sure how long he talked with the computer. Or perhaps queried it? Part of what he asked about was weather the computer was a slave. The explanation to that had been both complex and simple. The computer was not a slave because it was not alive and only mimicked being alive in some ways to make it easier to work with. Ken wasn’t to sure the computer wasn’t alive but took it’s word for it. Part of it’s explanation had included that he was not a him but an it, that it could change it’s voice to female if the captain so wished.

Even with it’s explanations Ken wasn’t sure what to make of it all. Ken thought he was an animal, it was what he had been told all his life. As an animal he was property. The only reason he had any say at all was because he was a smart animal. The computer stated that he was thought of as an animal legally not because he was necessarily an animal but because the legal system defined him as such. The legal system also defined him as a biological robot incapable of self replication. This turned out to be a subclass of animals that were considered genetically engineered.

The law said he was an animal in part because he was a made thing. But Jess said that he should be free. He did not however fit the definition of a wild animal which was as close as the computer could come to explaining a ‘free’ animal. When asked why Jess was upset by his not being free the computer explained that Jess did not see him as an animal but as a person. This got into more explinations of what a person was.

Ken had stopped asking the computer questions a while back when Jess came back in. Ken’s eyes were half closed his head aching from all the new information he was trying to come to grips with.

“Well you’ve been quite for a while. How are you feeling?” She asked him as she started checking the bed’s settings.

“Tired,” he told her honestly. “Jess why do you think I am a person and not an animal?”

She looked up from what she was doing and said, “That you can even ask that Ken makes you a person.”

Ken shook his head, “But I can not read and write. You say there are no fertile females for me to make babies with so I can not reproduce.”

“True, but does a man who is born with some problem in his reproduction system then not become an animal? What of humans who can’t read or write? Do they not count as people? What defines people as people is complicated. But I don’t think that your inability to read makes you less than humans. You were designed with that flaw specifically so you could be defined as a non person,” she explained.

He nodded, “Yes, designed. Made, much like your ship was. The product of human knowledge.”

She nodded, “True. But we make human children too. Are they less a person because they were designed at a parents request to have specific attributes?”

Ken frowned, “They do?”

Jess laughed, “All the time. Mostly for looks. Outside of Gentech Wolves no one has had much luck with the intelligence side of things. Oh we can manipulate it and raise it in animals don’t get me wrong, but most of them display strange and out right mad behavior from what I have read.”

“Oh,” was the extent of Ken’s reply.

“Well I came in to ask if you wanted anything more to eat? It's been almost 8 hours,” Jess asked him.

“It has?” He asked absently. But while Ken might be distracted his belly growled to make its wishes known.

Jess laughed, “Yes. I will get something made for you and be back in a few minutes. Call out if you need anything.”

She left him again for a time and he sat back and let his mind wonder. He didn’t understand why but it wandered to when she had undressed for him and pointed out her vagina. There had been a pleasant smell in the air when she undressed, one he had smelled before from human females on rare occasion. He had never really noticed it before but thinking back when she had been undressed the scent had filled the room, and it had taken up residence in the back of his mind. Thinking of her naked though, he thought of that scent as much as her shape.

It wasn’t until he heard her coming back to the room that he realized his rocket, or penis as she had called it was throbbing and at attention. He pulled a cloth that was on a stand next to the bed he was in into his lap and covered the offending member. The feel of the cloth on his exposed rocket was oddly pleasant but he forced the thoughts out his mind for now.

Jess looked at his covered crotch and raised an eyebrow, “Getting shy on me?” She asked as she set the tray down on the little table next to him. Whatever was in the covered dish on the tray smelled wonderful.

He shrugged, “I was taught not to show my rocket to humans. It’s training. Do you want me to uncover it?”

She tugged the tray over his lap and handed him a spoon, “Tell you what, if your ‘rocket’ is still ready for take off when your done eating we will revisit that question.”

She uncovered the tray and there was what looked like mashed potatoes and some brown thick liquid with it, with chunks of meat in with it. “It smells good what is it?”

She shrugged, “Mashed potatoes, brown gravy and browned and ground synth beef. Nothing to complicated.”

He dug in, finding his belly had been right and he was ready for more food, Jess ate a meal of the same stuff though she also had green stuff with it. Little leafy egg shaped things. Outside of the faint noises made by the consumption of food it was quite while they ate. He finished only a little before Jess did.

He couldn’t help but belch with satisfaction at the meal. Why hadn’t he been feed like this while in the service? “Thank you Jess that was very good.”

She smiled at him, “When you’re feeling a bit better I will get you to do the dishes and maybe see how good you are in the kitchen cooking. Now before I wisk this mess off to the kitchen for clean up, how are you feeling? Need to go to the head? Still having rocket issues?”

Ken, at the mention of visiting the bathroom suddenly felt the need to go rather urgently. “Yes the head would be good.” He pulled the cloth out of his groin and found his rocket had settled back down.

It took the two of them working together to get him to the bathroom but happily he was not feeling so weak anymore. The immobilization of his leg below the hip was a hindrance yet easier to manage with a leg there than without.

Settling on the toilet and relieving himself right away, mad Jess blush and make a hasty exit, saying only that she would be back in a few minutes. Human’s were so confusing at times.

When he finally made it back to bed he was exhausted, and fell back into it to fall asleep right away.