Theo carefully stripped off Draco’s clothes and his own, putting everything into one of the paper bags that he kept in the closet before walking downstairs clad only in his boxers to drop the bag into the shoot to the incinerator. He peeked into the guest room and Adrian was passed out across the bed, still in his clothes with his shoes on. Theo shook his head, but went in and pulled the man’s shoes off, pushing him fully onto the mattress. He looked him over for any sign of bleeding and saw none, but still frowned. Adrian should not have left his hospital bed.