[Lisa had always been so affectionate, in person, in messages. Always, even just something small like a little heart, which is why her name in his contacts was Lisa ♡. Definitely not a sister, most definitely his wife.
The things this nurse tells him don't feel right, it all feels wrong and Waylon struggles uselessly against the bindings only to gasp out in pain. A sharpness at his hip, it feels wrong. Why is he strapped down? All confused foggy thoughts that slosh together as his brain registers that the man is mentioning a fire...? Dreadful business with the fire.
No one's told you?]
What do mean? What's... please I just need— my phone, I just need to talk to Lisa, the boys. Please.
[Panic spikes in him because there's so much wrong about this, but in his current state it's hard to put it all together yet.]
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The things this nurse tells him don't feel right, it all feels wrong and Waylon struggles uselessly against the bindings only to gasp out in pain. A sharpness at his hip, it feels wrong. Why is he strapped down? All confused foggy thoughts that slosh together as his brain registers that the man is mentioning a fire...? Dreadful business with the fire.
No one's told you?]
What do mean? What's... please I just need— my phone, I just need to talk to Lisa, the boys. Please.
[Panic spikes in him because there's so much wrong about this, but in his current state it's hard to put it all together yet.]