"She's in the hospital." His sister said, and Khun felt the phone slip from his fingers just a little. You were in the hospital? No, that didn't make sense, he would have heard the sirens, right? He would have heard them and just not registered them or cared about them? Khun tried to think, but his sister was talking. Bam was saying something as he placed his hands on her shoulders, and Khun couldn't understand a word of what was being said. He could hear the inflections of her voice, the tone, he knew there were words, but...
You were in the hospital.
I'm here,Khun said, his lips forming the words, to voice them, but... they didn't feel right. You weren't hurt. I'm here.
Khun, did you...understand what I said? Bam asked.
Our love is in the hospital, Khun repeated, emotionless, and trying to understand all the things that could mean. She's hurt.
Yes. Bam hesitated for a moment.
Why are you there? How long have you been there? Khun demanded, into the phone.
“...our mother is her emergency contact,” His sister said slowly. “She called me.”
In the hospital...
How long were you there before you called me?* Khun knew there was something wrong with that train of thought, but the words Bam had said were pulsing louder in his mind. You were hurt, You were in the hospital that Bam and Khun are in right now.*