He wakes up at Shinra's mid afternoon the next day. His head hurts, his wrist hurts, his groin hurts- pretty much every part of him is sore and in pain. It takes him a minute to process much else than pain, but once he does he realizes where he is and what happened.
"Ughh..." He groans, lying very still. He's almost tempted to get up and leave, he's already been patched up, but he isn't sure if he has any serious head wounds or possible brain damage yet. Of course, considering he remembers hitting his head and isn't overly dizzy he's likely fine. But why chance it? Shinra walks in, then, anyway so it doesn't matter.
"Ahh... to see you finally awake." Shinra smiles at him but it's a small, forced smile offering politeness and nothing else. He's probably mad that he keeps sneaking in here, that he ruined a cabinet and scattered dozens of medicines and smeared blood all over the floors. He probably really hates Izaya right now. Something in his chest spikes with ache and he sighs, glancing out at the shut and locked window. 'Wait...'
"Where's Shizu-chan?" He demands, looking around. He's surprised to see he room isn't in the medical use room he's used to, but rather a fairly normal looking...bedroom? Is he in Shinra and Celty's bedroom? 'No way...'
"Let's not talk about him right now." Shinra's tone is clipped, not friendly at all and Izaya holds back from cringing. He sits up, arms shaking just slightly from how sore they are. It's probably from the fall, he can feel bruises lining them under his shirt, and fighting so hard to get away from Shizuo the night before.
Shinra moves to the bed and crosses his arms, sighing at Izaya like a child who's disappointed their parent. Shame, or something similar, burns Izaya's neck. He doesn't bother trying to meet Shinra's gaze. He's mad, and guilty, and altogether just doesn't wanna deal with this right now. He doesn't want to deal with anything.
"Orihara-kun?" Shinra asks. Izaya stares at the floor for a minute, blankly. He's sure Shinra is mad about him sneaking in, he's sure he's mad about the cabinet, mad about having to patch him up, mad he had to be moved to his and Celty's bed, mad that he every approached Izaya in middle school-
"Izaya? Hey, are you o-" Shinra is cutoff by Izaya swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing abruptly. "Fine!" Izaya gasps, a little too loudly.
"I'm fine. What do I owe you?" Shinra almost never uses his first name, and when he does he always add honorifics to keep some verbal distance between them. It's just something Izaya has come to accept. His legs are, thankfully, not all that sore and spotting his coat laying a few he takes a few steps towards it.
Unfortunately he hasn't eaten since yesterday afternoon and his head swims. Being sore, dizzy, and weaker than usual he doesn't remain standing long. Izaya drops to his knees, hands splaying out in front of him to keep from completely crashing to the ground. Shinra sighs behind him.
"You ask what you owe me and then make to leave? Orihara-kun, you should probably lay back down." He reaches down, taking gentle hold of Izaya's arm but he's quickly batted away.
"I'm fine." Izaya repeats. He just wants to leave, get into his own bed and rest, forget about today. Shinra sighs again, harsher and a little frustrated.
"At least let me ask why you ran out of the room earlier?" Shinra asks, moving to sit on the floor beside Izaya. He doesn't answer, he can't, anger, sorrow, and now guilt have been building up over the past three and a half weeks and it's making him choke. 'This is stupid, who cares if he's mad. You're not a child, you don't have to explain yourself to him.' Shinra sighs after a few moments when he doesn't answer.
"You've got a lot of little cuts, some deeper ones in both palms, your right needed five stitches, you're bruised everywhere, I have yet to determine if you have any head trauma but we'll test that in a moment, and your groin is lightly bruised. And it doesn't appear to be from hitting it somehow when you fell. Care to explain?" Izaya briefly froze at the mention of his genitalia, which was a little sore now that he thought about it.
"What I do in the bedroom doesn't concern you."
"Uh-huh. And does the bedroom also include my operating room? Where Shizuo-kun is?" Harsh, harsh, harsh, his tone was harsh and biting. "Izaya," Shinra sighed. "What happened?"
"How do you know something happened?" Izaya's voice is steady, he isn't shaking, but he feels like he might as well be with how obviously Shinra sees through him.
"What did Shizuo-kun do, Izaya?"
'Fucking hell...' Izaya sighs, mentally. He swears he hears Shizuo sneeze from the other room.