Toad & Hank
Toad woke up as something closed around his ankle with a decisive click.
"Wot th' f*ck?"
Hank moved away from the bed slightly, face pained behind the blue fur, glasses and fangs. Toad let his fingers explore the band on his ankle, felt like metal but lined with something different, something softer. He couldn't even find the locking mechanism with his sensitive fingertips, just a bump that was a small green light.
"It is a tracking device."
Toad's head whipped up and he stared at McCoy.
"Wot."
"Precautions. The professor..."
"Get awa' from me."
"If you try and take it off, it will administer an electric shock. Please do not leave the school grounds, and also, please do not go wandering around in areas that you are not permitted."
Toad just stared at him for a few moments, then lay back down in the hospital bed and pulled the sheet over his head.