Well, that really, really wasn't procedure. Clint knew, because he was an expert at being in in the hospital.
He was not, however, an expert in being at hospitals that Jamie Potter worked at, and was therefore quite a bit more surprised to see the other man than he probably should have been. Mind, the probable concussion wasn't really helping either.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs dangling and shirt missing (he'd bled all over it), and had been looking down at his hands, but Clint blinked up at Jamie when he entered and his face (also a mess, thanks) went from surprised to pleased to sheepishly hangdog in the matter of a second. It was a journey. "Oh, hey," he said, sounding a little far off. "I didn't know you were working today."