Lucien managed to get up and out of the house under a minute from the original message. Thankfully, Kaveh was out of the house so there wasn’t the concern of being roped into some kind of lecture.
He rushed over as fast as his own body would allow, though he quickly realized surviving off of crackers and coffee for almost a month was detrimental to his ability to function.
Out of breath, and drenched in sweat he asked where Etoiles was. He didn’t appear to be in any of the beds in the main room.
“He’s in the ICU. Right this way…” a nurse gently took Lucien in, looking a little unnerved.
Soon, there he was. Battered and bruised to hell and back. Though, he did look stable and acted as though he was only scratched. “What the hell happened to you?” Lucien hissed
