The nurse led the pair back to the examination room where Simon had been taken, sweeping the curtain aside long enough for the pair to enter and then tucking it back around to offer them some bit of privacy. Simon was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a bit paler than he had previously, eyes slightly heavy with the painkillers they had offered for head and hand, and the numbing agent on his hand. He looked up as they entered, mouth opening as though he had something to say, but when he saw the pair of them together, he promptly closed his mouth and shuffled back on the bed. Feet stretched out in front of him, he laid back on the inclined bed, arm over his stomach, quiet.