Cyan looked at me. He was actually looking now, not through me. "A doctor making a bet," he said slowly, as if he were translating a language he didn't speak fluently.
"I simply cannot stand watching you be a nuisance," I snapped. "It's ruining my evening."
The flicker in his eyes grew. Something brief. The dullness moved back just enough to let him stand. He did so slowly, the movement of someone who had been frozen for too long. His legs barely cooperated.
"Not like that," I said, stopping him. I gestured at his entire appearance. "We can't have you walking out covered in… that."
I found the same nurse and gave her instructions. I located a pair of spare scrubs. I directed Cyan to the staff bathroom and watched the door close behind him
I stood outside. I didn't leave. I told myself this was about liability. Hospital protocol. I didn't want a blood-stained man walking through the lobby; it would look bad for the facility. It wasn't about anything else.
