Badou's nurse was getting irritated with him and Badou, whose heart was was normally vast and deep as a thousand oceans, gave not a single fuck. He'd slept through second shift, so it was important to stretch his legs by having her take him to every available room for five minutes at a time. It was really a matter of looking after his health, which she was responsible for, and wasn't she glad she'd done all those semesters in nursing now?

Like the champion he was, he'd worn out her tolerance entirely by the time she started leading him to arts & crafts, but there was still no sign of Heine or Alle. The tense silence from his nurse gave him plenty of uninterrupted time to look, but when he finally caught sight of a familiar face in the hallway, relief flashed briefly before he called out.

"Alle," Badou reached for his arm, fully intending to drag him along on his trip to the arts & crafts room. "Got a minute?"

He'd wanted to talk to Alle about last night anyway. Once inside, however, he spotted his darling partner-tan, so of course he had to skip over so they could embrace lovingly, even if Heine was busy staring soulfully into his juice box and whispering endearments.

"You can meet my..." Wait. Wait, what the hell Heine. Apple bitch? "My partner."

"Bro," He added, addressing Heine. "I'm putting the juice in time out, ok, stop talking to it." He scooted the box away a little with the back of his hand. "Guess you're too drugged up for introductions. Why'd you go and get your stupid ass sedated first thing in the morning? And what'd you do to your arm?"

It was more surprising considering the power restoration last night. Sure, Badou was sporting a bandage across half his face and more wrapped halfway up each of his arms, but he wasn't the guy with the magical spine and healing powers.