How Hurt Are You? [Solomon/Violet]

That call… It was the one she had been dreading for months now. She knew who Solomon worked for, that his job was dangerous. Even though it was the doctor’s that called her, they couldn’t release any significant information about his condition. All she knew was that Solomon was hurt and he was at the hospital. Violet abandoned her dinner and the last hour of her shift to run.

By the time she got to the hospital, night was close and she was sweating. She told the person at the front desk who she was here for, and luckily her name was on the list of visitors. It sure as hell better be. Running up the stairs to the second floor, she followed the signs, ignoring those who tried to slow her down, until she made it to Solomon’s room and burst through his door.

“Solomon!” she yelled, shoulders rising and falling quickly while caught her breath. Her eyes widened when she saw him laying in the hospital bed…

Compared to Violet, whose expression was warped in panic, Solomon was relatively calm as he laid against the hospital bed in an azure hospital gown. Tablet in hand, he was pressing his finger against the screen as he studied his own technique during a battle with Kokuto.

Of course, since he hadn't set any ground rules, it resulted in him suffering enough damage to lead him where he was now - the hospital. There were a few broken ribs, it was difficult to move his jaw, and equally more cumbersome to move around.

In other words, his body was in immense pain, but his spirit comparatively remained undaunted. When Violet bursted through the door, Solomon turned back, atttention torn from his silent study, somewhat dumbfounded by the sheer look of terror on her face.

"...Is everything alright, Violet?"

Is everything alright, Violet? He was joking, right? No, no. He had to be numbed with painkillers. That was it. She walked up to the bed and looked him up and down, trying to find the words to speak, but failing. She even reached out to touch his jaw, but pulled back in fear of causing him any pain. Seeing his injuries up close gave a rise to Violet’s anger, but she kept that emotion off her face.

“I… got a call… The hospital, they called me and said…” Violet spoke slowly, still examining his injuries. She was wrapped up and she could see bruising and cuts... It worried her about what she may not be able to see... She held both hands out and gestured to all of him. A single tear fell. “Sol… What happened to you!?”