"It was large. Very large. And loose in the hospital. But it did not attack anybody, it just ran and fought to stay free. I tried to stop it and it bit my hand, not too deep. A normal human would not have needed more than a few stitches." Hank had needed none, of course, but when he turned his paw over he saw no problem there now that he'd transformed. He assumed that if he ever got to human shape again (more or less) it would be healed on his hand as well. There was no reason for it to open again, was there?
He shook his head then and sat back on his haunches again, folding his front paws over each other in a human way. "It was afraid. And angry, but mostly afraid. And did not respond when I tried to talk to it."
He looked up at the Doctor, fighting the feeling of being sick. "Do you think I will be stuck like this?" he asked quietly, large brown eyes searching the humanoid for hints at what he thought about the situation.