[B]"Don't be like that. I'm pouring my heart out here, ya know?"[/B] The drunk hero said. Well, it seemed she was just about done with his patching up. Still, he sure missed the stitches that would have been normally applied to him back in his own world. But wait, stitches? With just two pieces of meat that had become his foot now? Nah, didn't seem at all good. In fact, it sounded more hurtful than good. Maybe he'd stay with his two pieces of foot undefinitely. 

[B]"That holy shield of yours sure is handy at times like this. Wonder if it'll help me heal faster. It'd be fantastic if that did happen. Or maybe my holy powers will just now activate with the alcohol and I'll wake up with super cool powers."[/B] Noboyuki laughed at his own joke for a bit, until the pain started growing. Most definitely the effect of the alcohol was disappearing. In other words, he was becoming sober once again. Well, he should, at the very least, take full advantage of his improvised sedative method wile it still lasted. With wobbly legs, he stood up, even though his foot stinged like crazy. 

[B]"Then, I'm going back to our room. Passing out in the main lobby would be just awful. And don't worry, they say that the devil looks after their own, so I'm pretty sure I've still got some ways until people get to see me die."[/B] Noboyuki said, with a confident smile. It was certainly something a hero should not be saying, given that the demon was his enemy, but no matter. He made his way towards their room, clearly supporting himself more on his good leg rather than on the one that he had just hurt. 

Not before long, he had already arrived. He practically passed out in front of the bed and fell towards it. He was tired, hurt and drunk. It was a definitely terrible combination. Something told him his dreams might be filled with nightmares.