He scowled as he heard the procession of idiotic names, the rediculous song... then deliberately ignored the fool. Replacing the shredded and stained jeans as best he could, he tried not to hear the continuing ramblings coming from the fool. As he'd accomplished all he could with the first aid, he rooted through the girl's medicine cabinet for asprin, found a bottle, and swallowed a couple pills dry.<br/><br/>He was about to leave the bathroom when he noticed the mess he'd made. Grumbling about it, he returned the wash cloth, now crumpled, soggy, and stained, to the rack. He tossed the bandage wrappers toward the tiny trash bin, though most of them missed, and swept his hand over the sink to get rid of the blood stains. Satisfied, he walked out into the main room, his limp now much less severe for the brace.<br/><br/>Unsure what to do now, he plopped down onto the couch where he could see out the window, and watched the people moving past on the walkway below.