Harry and Sean- Freedom... or maybe not.

Harry sat, dressed and ready, swinging his legs impatiently as they dangled off the bed. He checked his watch for the thirty-seventh time in the past ten minutes and scowled, huffing indignantly. His bag was packed, he'd been dressed and ready for an hour, the nurse had been by to check his dressing again and his discharge papers had been signed and handed back in to the desk. "Where the bloody FUCK is Sean!" ( Harry glared at the door, demanding an answer. )