Outside of Proto's Home [Open]
He made sure the bandages where good and tight before he put his shirt on, testing the long sleeves to make sure they hid everything before feeling satisfied. It hurt, but it was good that it hurt. It dulled the rest of the pain, somehow. He just had to make sure no one found out.
Wily would have a field day.
He needed to get out, clear his head. Making sure Bass was sound asleep (he slept like a rock when he finally crashed), he headed outside and sat on the front porch.
It was snowing softly; the snowflakes settled on his head and shoulders without melting. He simply watched it quietly.