Wash is lying facedown on a bed, stripped to the waist, with his back and shoulders bandaged. The surgery to remove the smaller pieces of glass from his back wasn't long or invasive; that said, given that some of them had started to heal over thanks to his healing factor, it was a little more complicated than just pulling them out with tweezers and calling it a day. His one insistence this time around was minimal painkillers. The last thing he needs to do is lose his self-control again, and painkillers wipe that out pretty thoroughly.

That means that, by the time the surgery is over and he's recovering, they're starting to wear off, and that is anything but fun. His options are being in pain and being lucid or being out of pain and out of it; given what happened last time he was out of it in a hospital bed, he opts for the pain. It's nothing new. He'll live with it.

All told, he's in a great mood. Just wonderful.