[He spends the days following his initial text in a medicinal haze of sleep and drowsing. He has no idea how much time has passed until his 'Gear alerts him to her reply. He stares in disbelief for a long moment at the time stamps between their messages before finally processing the words she sent back. He has never felt so much guilt for anything in his life before. His memory of what happened after the initial burst of pure agony is non-existent. He's sure she found him, though, in whatever state he was in, after he blacked out.
December 5, text.
It kills him to know he put her through that.]
ARe you safe?? ARe you okaY?