[Once Zell get off of the wheelchair, Seifer moved it by the front door. Likely to remind himself to bring it back to the hospital once he left Zell's place. Whenever that would be.]

You sure? Knowing you, you're gonna be restless at some point and you're gonna wanna move around. At least a little bit. Still, no strenuous activity for two days.

[Then, Seifer moved on over to the couch, clearing whatever clutter was there and just placed it.... somewhere for now. If Zell was there, he'd of course sit next to him.]

Well, what do you want right now? Something to eat? Drink?