[It takes a moment for the knowledge that someone else is in the room and that they're talking to him to sink through the fog miring Wikus's brain.
He jolts like someone coming out of a trance and his head snaps around to stare at the stranger standing several beds over from his.]
What? Fok-
[Suddenly self-conscious of his visible mutations, he actually does grab at the blanket on his bed, dragging it over his head to make an impromptu hooded cape. He clutches it closed with his human hand. All the fingertips are bandaged; he's down to zero fingernails now.]
Content: slight body horror, Afrikaans swearing
He jolts like someone coming out of a trance and his head snaps around to stare at the stranger standing several beds over from his.]
What? Fok-
[Suddenly self-conscious of his visible mutations, he actually does grab at the blanket on his bed, dragging it over his head to make an impromptu hooded cape. He clutches it closed with his human hand. All the fingertips are bandaged; he's down to zero fingernails now.]
Who the fok are you?