He'd dragged himself back to his room after waking up in a hallway, covered in dried blood, but where most would've sought to immediately wash it off, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Then again, he couldn't bring himself to change his torn clothes either. Instead, he'd just sat there, staring blankly at the blood that splattered his skin.
Eventually, he'd snapped out of it enough to use the computer, but the ordeal had left him more than a little shaken. Dying had never been something on his list of things to do. Causing someone else to die, yes, but not his own death.
When Sakura had offered to come by, he almost declined the offer to avoid getting her killed. The faint twinges of a phantom pain in his ankle kept him from doing so, though. She was a medic. Maybe she could make that false pain go away... and maybe he should have changed out of those clothes and taken a bath instead of looking like a zombie.
The knock at the door made him raise his head from where he'd been staring at the screen, the voice on the other side caused him to slowly get to his feet in order to open the door.
It was just a crack at first, hesitant, peering into the hallway. Satisfied that there was nothing in the shadows behind her, he opened the door to let her inside.