Heero was sitting up in the hospital bed, arms crossed and glaring out the window, even though the view was nothing more than the wall of the building across the way. He had stitches all over the place, but especially his arm, which still had gauze over it. His finger was in a splint, his side had a good-sized patch to cover a gaping hole, and to top it all off, he had a hell of a black eye.

Oh, and scowling was an understatement.

He didn't hear Duo enter, but only because he wasn't paying any attention. He was actually entertaining himself with escape plans, as though he were in a prison instead of a medical institution.