Because it probably needs to be done
Who: Sirrus/any doctor on duty at the dead of night and/or any doctor who wants to bother with Sirrus
When: After Dean took him there. Still very late at night.
Why: Because Sirrus needs to spread the story...because Swing told him to.
Warnings: Mention of torture
Sirrus was obviously in a lot of pain. He presented to the infirmary with extensive, though varying injuries. Cracked ribs, broken bones in his foot. The most extensive external injury is his broken hand, which he kept cradled against his chest. He didn't want to be here, really. He would rather have been in his own place, in his own bed. But no. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. This was what Swing wanted and, to Sirrus, Swing got whatever he wanted because he was, well, Swing's friend. And Sirrus was going to help him out in any way that was possible.
It was strange that he even had a friend, especially with this level of devotion.
Though Sirrus had been unable to sleep before, he found himself resting quietly in the infirmary, waiting for a doctor of some kind. Preferably the kind who knew what they were doing. There had been no one when Dean arrived, but Sirrus had convinced him to leave. Sirrus just...needed to be alone. This was the difficult part of it all, he knew.