Oh my god Garrot please. This is so many texts. He's trying to respond to one when the next comes up and changes his screen, and then the next and the next. He gets extremely flustered, setting the phone down facedown beside him for about fifteen minutes after the messages finish.

At that point, he can't stand waiting anymore though. Garrot had him pretty worried the last time he saw him, so he snatches the phone back up and finally tries to respond.

I don't like to call. I'm in Bamborough. I'm safe. How are you? Are you still at the hospital?