08-29-2019, 10:32 AM
Quote:I'm not dead. Probably wished I was though. Went hunting, got hurt, woke up in the hospital. Will send you details soon as I get them.
He read the message several times, gut swimming with the unspoken implications of hurt, given what he knew of Nox’s extra curricular activities. The light-hearted tone did little to reassure, even if it at least meant he was awake and coherent. Raffe raked a hand through his curls. Took a breath. Tried to reign in the race of his imagination.
I’m glad you’re not dead.
He hit send before he could regret how inadequately lame it sounded, and shoved the wallet back in his pocket.
“Are you going to buy that, or not?”
“Yeah. Yeah I am. Sorry.”
He dug for change, offering an apologetic smile to the woman behind the market stall. She roved a critical eye over the potted plant he had tucked under his arm, but said nothing despite that it had clearly seen better days. Not that it mattered to Raffe. Afterwards he hurried to catch the metro towards the university hospital, the plant stowed safe on a seat alongside while his knee bounced the whole journey. He’d been to the Guardian a couple of times, especially as a kid, but never here. Conscious of his scars he approached reception.
“I’m here to visit a patient. Nox Durante?”