"That's fine," Robert said, "I'll be staying here and I'm sure Brian will too."
Robert kept an eye on his patients, but once Michael and Khaat settled, their great fatigue from their wounds and the blood loss took over and they slept. Robert checked them periodically to be sure they were stable and to be sure that their wounds weren't bleeding through. Twice he had to add more dressings to Khaats wounds and three times he had to add to Michael's. But they were tired enough that nothing woke them.
Robert came back in the wee hours of the morning to find Michael was dressed--well, sort of. He'd borrowed surgical scrubs and was changed and sitting on the edge of the bed. Khaat was still asleep, and it didnt look as if she'd moved.
"Where are you going?" Robert frowned.
"This bed is ungodly uncomfortable. I'm an old man, Robert. If I'm going to feel better, its going to be at home in a bed that is better than this one. And her?" He motioned to Khaat. "I'm taking her with me. She believes I'm going to blame her for this. I can see it in her face. The only way she's going to get past that is if I can talk to her. So, yeah. We're leaving."
"Just walking out of my ICU? Just like that?" Robert asked.
"Pretty much, yeah," Michael said, waking Khaat up gently. She jolted when he touched her. "Its me," he told her quietly. "Come on, get up. We're getting out of here."
"Do I get a vote in this?" Robert asked.
"Did I give you one?" Michael asked.
"I didn't hear you give me one," Robert said.
"Then your ears do still work," Michael got Khaat up and put his arm around her so they could steady each other. "Accio!" Michael accio'd his wand and Khaat's. They flew out of Robert'f jacket pocket.
"You could have asked," Robert frowned.
"Yeah, well, I didn't," Michael said, catching the wands. "Thank you, but stop fussing. We're fine." He apparated out, taking Khaat with him. Robert sighed heavily. This was not what he had wanted at all for either of them.