He found himself slowly rousing awake. There was knocking. Very loud and urgent knocking and at some odd time. Standing he went to walk and forgot about completely about his bad thigh. He half screamed from the pain. “Holy!! Mother of !! OWWWW!! Damn it that hurt.”
He limped from the living room to the front door and unlatched the series of locks. Opening the door he stared up at Hakuba in mild surprise mixed with happiness. ”You came back.”
Hakuba heard the yell and the heavy, limping footsteps, and found himself staring in exasperation by the time Kaito opened the door. “I… well you asked me to, didn’t you? You need medical attention; I thought you’d fallen unconscious!”
It was then that the detective smelled the alcohol on his breath, saw the sleep in his face, and sighed, shoulders sagging under the weight of the duffel bag. At least with the very little that Kaito was wearing, he could easily see the wound, irritation giving way to concern as he conceded that he had made the right decision to deal with his ridiculous former classmate.
“Come along back inside; let’s get you patched up…"