Though groggy, the whip of adrenaline to all his extremities happened at a speed his brain could detect. The fractional-second between "there it goes" and "here it is." The pain was going to come back in a few seconds. Blood rushed to, rushed past the spot where his missing arm should have been. Another groan, half-again awake as the last. *I want it back again,* he thought. *Even if it hurts now.* Now the tingling as the neurons could connect once more their electrolyte circuits. With his free arm he grasped the cold skin of the still-asleep arm. Feeling playful, he picked up the yet-unfeeling ulna and radius, and let it fall on Tiffany. "Uhg, what the fuck Ben?" She had felt it enough to awaken. "If you're gonna roll over onto a man's appendage, babe, make it his dick."