Gayle's grumbling causes Saitou to raise one eyebrow at her. She really does not have to fuss over him so much, Saitou will not die from nodding his head. Saitou finds it rather irritating to have her bracing his head again. It makes him feel weak, dependent. "That's good to hear," he smirks in reply to her answer. His definition of a nice while will definitely differ from hers.

Only hardly able to move his fingers at the moment, Saitou lets them lift him from the chair and onto the gurney. The pressure on the back of his head feels rather unwelcome but he is sure he will get used to the feeling soon enough.

Saitou knows that Michael's whisper translates to something along the line of, 'don't try to get out of the hospital before the doctors let you or you'll die either from your injuries or from me,' but Saitou could care less. Of course, he is grateful to Michael, but he needs to find a way home soon or his wife will kill him.

Saitou keeps silent, giving Michael a smirk before closing his eyes and letting himself rest. He trusts the nurses enough. He wonders a little about whether he will open his eyes again but laughs mentally at how retarded he is to be thinking that way. He is Hajime Saitou. He doesn't die.