"Hello?"

He's met with your ragged breathing, hushed groans of pain heard through the phone as a thin layer of panic settles into his chest.

Neuvillette's heart drops when you tell him about your injury.

"What? Where are you? Hello? Don't stop talking. Hello? Please answer me."

His coat is on him, scarf hurriedly wrapped as he grabs his keys and bolts out of the house. All he can think about is the fact that you're hurt and sounding so pained-

He needs to find you. He can't lose you.