Surgery took hours during which Illya prowled the waiting room. Only a direct order from Waverly made him allow medical to address his own wound.
"Mr. Kuryakin?"
The doctor headed toward Illya. "Mr. Solo is out of danger. It will be awhile before he wakes up. I've been told you'll be his bodyguard until he is transferred to your facility."
Illya nodded.
"Don't take this wrong, but you look as if you could use a bed yourself."
Glaring at the doctor he spoke, "I will care for myself, my partner, and his safety." With that he headed toward Napoleon's room.