In this case, the kind of message he really didn't want to have to pass along.
He sat tucked in the hospital bed, bruising already blossoming across his pale face from the blows - he'd only just lost the black eye from Umber not too long ago and now he'd have two to show for it - his nose bandaged to cover the wound and to keep the bone set in place. Nothing major, but enough. His fingers were set in a small cast as they rested on the bed beside him.
Pain killers had helped, although his throat still felt like hell from screaming so hard, and all the painkillers in the world really didn't do much for the residual pains in his chest. That was the reason he was even still here, really. It'd been one thing when Umber had plucked his starseed, leaving his exhausted, drained, and pained just from the act alone - this time his starseed had stayed in his body, sure, but it'd been squeezed, it'd been zapped, it'd been almost fondled by the general's prying hands. The pain was worse, so much worse, and even now it kept coming and going in waves, although a constant ache just lingered on in his chest through it all. They suspected a heart attack or something, which was and wasn't far off from the truth. They wanted to keep him for some observation, a few tests -
- and right now, he was just waiting and resting, staring at his phone as he was prone to do and knowing he needed to do something about it. He'd left Aegir waiting. There were texts on his phone from Colin asking about him. He knew he had to tell him.
Lorne wished he didn't have to - he'd given Colin one too many bad phone calls as it is. There was Nadia, but she'd worry just as much as Colin would, and she'd tell him anyway. Auguste would be much of the same. Forget Kyle. He was going to flip out if he heard his cousin was in the hospital. For a brief, wild minute, he considered just calling Isaiah, because that was the most neutral person he could think of - but that wouldn't really solve this problem, and he couldn't very well ask Isaiah to tell everyone for him.
...
Not that he still didn't think about it a little.
With a resigned sigh, he opted for text instead of audio, because at least that was a little easier.
Hey Colin! Sorry I didn't show up tonight, something sort of happened. I'll be fine though! Didn't mean to worry you!
Syrie
