[ Thank God Hiyori never turns his ringer off and so his phone can easily be found. The real miracle is how quiet it's been up until this point.

Hiyori tugs at his sleeve a little, wondering if this is perhaps dressing down a little too much after all. It's a little embarrassing to have a patient see him in such casual wear when he made an effort to be so prim and polished most of the time, especially since it's been some time since he allowed himself to go out looking like this... Komaeda doesn't seem too offended by it, though, so he supposes it's alright. And fortunately according to me he looks hot in his usual wear, but cute as Hell dressed down.

He takes his phone first, thanking Komaeda for taking care of things as he searches through his nightstand until he finds his wallet as well. He slips that into his back pocket before finally taking the bottle of pills. Hiyori's still not certain how he feels about having another person do so much for him. It makes him uncomfortable, it feels like a threat to his independence, but unfortunately for him he's still in no state to think through those implications and so they fade within seconds.

He turns the bottle over in his fingers, looking at the label. ]

Ahaha... Was I that loud? I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun. I needed to do a bit of wound care. I suppose I'll need to get a few more things for my medical kit.

[ A better local anesthesia should be a nice start. ]

I should be alright now.

[ He is going to pocket that bottle now though. ]