Xaldin

As much as Aeleus regretted leaving the clean-up until later, (dried blood was always more difficult to clean than fresh) all of them needed to rest and recover. It had been a long night for all four of them between the surgery, taking care of Dilan's new wings, and taking enough blood from Ienzo for a small transfusion. They had moved Dilan to a bed in the infirmary to recover, rather than keeping him in the operating room, and Aeleus had taken the time to get the man's pants and undergarments on for a modicum of privacy..... but otherwise, he had been left to sleep off the worst of the effects, hands loosely tethered to the railings of the bed to ensure that he wouldn't hurt himself--by pulling the IV out, or by trying to do something to his wings.

Ienzo was free to do as he liked, (donating blood would certainly earn a bit of sleeping in!) but Even and Aeleus were up soon enough that morning. Even, naturally, was running tests on the samples that had been drawn during the surgical procedures--the more they knew about what happened, after all, the better they could take care of it. Aeleus, though..... He was back in the infirmary with a fresh pair of gloves on and a basin of diluted alcohol mixture at hand for the lingering clean up job. Dilan was starting to wake up, right before be got started; Aeleus made a quiet, soothing noise, gently touching the back of the man's neck. "You're okay, Dilan. Don't try to get up just yet; there's still medicine in your system, and we need to get you cleaned up. How do you feel?"