Freddie is aware of the clip-clip-clip of Bel's heels before he's aware of anything else, including his fury little friend. Of course there could be many women with many heels around him, but he knows that it's Bel. He'd know her anywhere.
He doesn't remember having a conversation with her. He doesn't remember how he got here, but she'll have the answers, he's sure. He doesn't know where he is, what happened, how long he's been here, or his prognosis. But mostly he's looking forward to seeing her.
He isn't expecting a shoe to his crotch, though. He gasps and then yelps in pain when the jolt hurts his ribs and shit. What was that for?
"What the-" he starts (a little bit emotionally wounded), but then his fingers light upon the tiny bat that is creeping towards him. "Oh. What? Were you trying to hit that with your shoe? Does my crotch look small and fury to you?" Freddie's voice is still slightly slurred. He stares at Mitchell. Why is there a bat in his bed?