He looked back at Hakuba then turned away and open the door. The small room broke off into two more rooms, a small bathroom and a darker one with a large iron door that said: caution: HIGH TEMPEATURE.
“There’s an incinerator through here. Its still a bit warm so hand me the stuff that needs to disappear and I’ll put it in” He said and held out his hand for the bloody instruments.
Hakuba offered the bag of rubbish that he’d gathered, frown fixed on his face though he was relieved that there was such a simple and effective solution to their problem. “Thank you,” he said, then pursed his lips in a bit of a pout. “You know, if those stitches pop, I’ll be convinced that you don’t even care that I got out of bed at god-even-knows-what-time-in-the-morning-it is, drove all the way over here without even properly getting dressed, to work on you… honestly, Kuroba-kun…”
Hands free, he leaned against the wall, feeling everything weigh on him again- not the least of which being the drowsiness.
“I’m so tired I can’t even recall the time… let’s get you to bed as soon as the evidence has been destroyed, all right?”