Morning had come all too soon for the redhead's tastes, stretched out on his bed like he'd just won a rigorous game of Twister. Fortunately, the redhead awoke from his slumber before the nurse meandered in, which ultimately would've gotten his new weapon confiscated. Axel, having no sense of time, shoved the chakram under his mattress only moments before the door opened to reveal the woman's being smile.

"Today's the day, Mr. Flynn." The first thing he found rather out of place was the set of clothes she had in her possession. Before the Nobody could ask exactly what was in the mess the pile was quickly shoved into his hands. Of course, decency and dignity were non-existent in this hospital, quickly dressing and tapping the tips of his shoes once he got them on. The attire was plain at best, a faded pair of jeans with a normal shirt and a worn green argyle sweater to finish the picture. However, having worn nothing but that godforsaken uniform ever since he arrived, Axel couldn't find it in him to complain.

Still somewhat bleary-eyed, he was soon escorted out the room, giving a fleeting glance at Ashton before he was herded down the Hallway and out of the door. If all went well then his roommate's wounds would heal within a few days time, but it'd still hurt like hell.

It wasn't until he actually stepped on the bus, juice box and muffin at hand, did he remember about the trip the head doctor had been boasting about yesterday. Well at least they were getting some change in scenery.

Only a blind person couldn't see that familiar shade of red seated near the front, his groggy expression dissipating into a tired grin before he wandered over to the latter and flopped down next to her.

"So I see it was a girl's night out last night."