[ Faraday, apparently, decides to take pity on the hospital staff, and rather than stage an escape attempt, he waits patiently through check-ups and examinations. Several days later, finally gets the green light to go home.
The text to Emma couldn't possibly go out any faster.
His leg isn't healed yet – won't be for some time, at least – so they offer him a pair of crutches, bring a wheelchair to his room, the latter of which he refuses immediately. A matter of pride rather than practicality. He's not so useless that he needs to be carted around because of his bum leg.
(Again.)
Emma arrives, brings him a spare set of clothes from the safehouse, which he quickly pulls on. (Or at least, as quickly as his injuries allow; the bruising on his back from the bullet impacting his vest proves to be a bigger problem than he initially expected.) A loose fitting tee and dark sweats. Nothing fancy or jaw-dropping, but almost anything would've been better than that damned hospital gown. He's glad to be out of it at last.
He signs all the forms he needs to (and probably gave away a kidney in his haste), but at last they say their goodbyes and let him loose onto the world. Faraday hobbles along after Emma as they leave, his crutches clicking and creaking as they bear his weight, and as they reach the elevator to ride down to the lobby, he leans back against the wall, looks her over critically. ]
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The text to Emma couldn't possibly go out any faster.
His leg isn't healed yet – won't be for some time, at least – so they offer him a pair of crutches, bring a wheelchair to his room, the latter of which he refuses immediately. A matter of pride rather than practicality. He's not so useless that he needs to be carted around because of his bum leg.
(Again.)
Emma arrives, brings him a spare set of clothes from the safehouse, which he quickly pulls on. (Or at least, as quickly as his injuries allow; the bruising on his back from the bullet impacting his vest proves to be a bigger problem than he initially expected.) A loose fitting tee and dark sweats. Nothing fancy or jaw-dropping, but almost anything would've been better than that damned hospital gown. He's glad to be out of it at last.
He signs all the forms he needs to (and probably gave away a kidney in his haste), but at last they say their goodbyes and let him loose onto the world. Faraday hobbles along after Emma as they leave, his crutches clicking and creaking as they bear his weight, and as they reach the elevator to ride down to the lobby, he leans back against the wall, looks her over critically. ]
You manage to get any sleep?