Remy rolled over under the pier. The water lapped at his legs. He winced and tried to push himself up. The pain in his hand reminded him that he was not well. His body fell and he pushed back a yelp. He rolled again onto his back. He looked up at the shifting light as people walked over the pier. He pushed himself up with his good hand. He sat up on the small workers deck. It was used to make small repairs to the pier. It was a good place to hide out a bit. Remy pulled back the cloth on the bite. It was nasty but most of the bleeding had stopped. He tossed the bloody cloth into the sea. He took out a small peace of clean cloth from his pocket. He slowly started to wrap his hand every now and then letting out a small whine for the pain.