Samuel's legs had healed, true, but the muscles were deeply atrophied and it would take more healing magic and prayer, and perhaps Ryan's help, to restore them to full health. All his other injuries were healed as well, just not his wings. Those, too, required more attention. But they kept him sedated, even while Ryan was trying to get him discharged. They were concerned over his mental state, but there was a promise made that Samuel would see a psychiatrist after all was said and done. Or at least the option of one. The saying was true that you could only lead a horse to water.<br/><br/>The nurse had roused Samuel, stating that he was going to be discharged soon. The Xanax was working well to keep his nerves under control, so he didn't panic so heavily over such things. It had been an ugly experience so far, minus Ryan. When Milo entered the room, his breath caught and once more tears brimmed his eyes. When Milo grasped his hand, he clutched it with both of his own, holding it to his chest. "Oh thank God. You're alright." His words slurred a bit from the pain medication, as well. "Thank you for coming. I'm so relieved."