he returns home his cloak now leaving smears of blood as he walks he cleans up as he enters no trail leading anyone to his home, he pulls off the breast slings for his guns the two still warm pistols laying in there leather carriers, he keeps the pistol he took from the thugs and leaves heading once again to the hospital thankfully he lived in a bad neighborhood and the doctors that usually worked on him knew that, they didn't ask questions
better for them anyway he locks the locks and walks out once again making sure the blood doesn't stain anything on his way out, no one needs to know he came back
he sneaks out leaving for medical attention