Everyone just needs a second to sit. Yousuke unceremoniously falls to his rump and pulls a kerchief out of his back pocket to try and clean up where he was visibly bloody, so he wouldn't get as many weird looks on the way back. There was also a back door out so they could leave incognito.

"I could call Dojima-san," Naoto suggests, "As I don't believe that senpai can make the walk back at the moment. To be frank I'd prefer the hospital because of the exposure to the fog, but if that were to spread to the media, it could cause needless panic."

"Totally," Yousuke agrees, considering spitting to make this come out better, "that's the last thing we want. Dojima-san's cool, he understand how this works."