Gerome watched them go, and found himself feeling a little bad... He'd seen the look in Inigo's eyes when he left, the forced smile to cover it... Later he would apologise. Doing so in front of someone he didn't know, even if that someone had just saved his life.

He waited for a moment longer, before he reached up to the top bed and pulled himself up to his feet. Gerome was unsteady at first, but he soon got his bearings... and left the room. He tried to find somewhere he could wash up, but all of those rooms were occupied, so Gerome went to the kitchen instead and used the sink there to clean himself up and his leg at the very least.

It was only when he returned that to his room that he realised the door had closed... As luck would have it, he was only waiting a few minutes before one of the people who occupied the same room came by and allowed him back inside, before they went to find a means to clean themselves.

The rest of Gerome's time was taken by peeling himself out of his filthy clothes and into something clean and less bloody.