#*collar

Being trapped in a hospital room was the least favorite thing of Sylas’. He’d been there for almost two weeks, though he only remembered about a week of it. People had been in and out constantly, but he’d only seen flashes of his girlfriend, her sad eyes haunting his mind more and more. But for once, the male had convinced nobody to show up for a day. He’d banished Easton to go home and take a shower, forbidden Freya from stepping foot into the hospital until she slept for at least four hours. The only person he hadn’t bullied into staying away was his girlfriend, hoping that she would show up at any moment. Now, as he flicked endlessly through channels on the television, the male finally felt himself relaxing---apart from the pains in his chest---and it was almost a relief. Licking his lips, Sy looked over to his phone, his fingers inching to reach for his phone, opening a string of messages to Hal before typing one up and hitting send.