Formerly... dead. Doug was staring, incredulously, with that same gullible look of shock he'd been wearing... just about all day. Not-dead. And yet... not a zombie. No brains-eating. He... wh... shp...cj...

"You're..." he started to say, indignantly, and trailed off a bit, glancing down to his scrubs instead. Best to focus on the blue, else his brain might have been in danger of, quite literally, exploding. "Uh... yeah...!" he responded slowly, in a mild daze. "Blue!"