Oh, God, calling Laine was going to be super fun.

"So, how did this happen?" The doctor asked, looking at a swollen lip that finally stopped bleeding. He was examining the very clear bite marks.

Kor flashed the doctor a helpless look because it hurt to talk. So bad. Ugh. a*****e. "Uh. Date gone wrong?" Well he couldn't say 'I was draining some guy's energy and he bit me in retaliation. You know, Just Negaverse things'. It be hilarious as hell, bu he couldn't say it. So, a weak story was necessary.

He had powered down once he got close enough to the ER and just walked right in, lip still bleeding. It got him seen fairly quickly. (Though he still had to wade through the mountain of paperwork, insurance forms and what not.) In all honesty this sucked. This ruined his night. He had to take all his lip piercings out and probably had to get s**t re-pierced and it'd be harder because of scar tissue. His nose was swollen too. It literally looked like he got beat badly by something. Though, honestly, he'd been here for much, much worse.

"Right.." The doctor sounded like he didn't believe the guy. Whatever. Kor lied a lot, and why wouldn't he? All doctors were judgmental assholes who probably talked about that 'dumbass that got his a** kicked' or something.

Kor might be super grumpy because of the pain. He really hated it! Piercings, tattoos, getting shots? Not a problem, but someone biting clean through his lip, making him feel woozy by how much blood he was losing? He turned into a giant baby. He wasn't built to take bites to the lips. Punches, kicks, things thrown at him, that was all fine and dandy.

The only bites I like are in the bedroom, he thought to himself. Kor rubbed his face as the doctor got the suture kit ready. "Let me call my fiancee?"

Reluctantly the doctor agreed. It seemed like he just wanted to get the stitches done and go.

His thumb hesitated over Laine's name in his phone. He thought long and hard about calling her. Then he pressed the button and put his phone to his ear and laughed lightly to himself.

"Hey, Laine..? You uh, might need to come to the emergency room. I was out doing the thing and it didn't go so well..." His nervous laughter carried through and his free hand went to his hair, tugging on it, twirling it around his finger. "I'm at that one hospital. Where I got brought for my over dose. I'm getting stitches, so uh. It's not serious? Just come if you want. Well, I need you to come anyway, I don't have the car here. It's like a billion miles, too." He laughed again and then winced when blood started to trickle. "Okay, well. Talk to you later."

Yeah, he knew the hospital called emergency contacts, but he wanted to make absolutely sure Laine knew what was up.

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