It was a little while later before Simon came out. He'd removed his bloodied scrubs before doing so, thinking it might be a Bad Idea to let Envy see so much of his wife's blood.
He'd volunteered for the task of dealing with the homunculus, which made Winry decide he was insane. Maybe he was, a little bit. But he knew how to deal with someone wildly unpredictable and damaged who could kill him without even trying. True, Envy had no reason to not want to kill him, unlike River, but he liked to think that his work with his sister had somewhat prepared him for this.
He opened the doors and stepped into the small waiting room, noticing the two busted chairs, and the tense silence.