[Aside from having to skip a dose of pain meds to make sure he didn't slur his words for this, he's holding up alright. The energy and enthusiasm might be a bit of a front at the moment, but it really is his usual way. There's no voice there to recognize, but the words imply its someone who knows better anyway. He quiets a little, thankful for the reprieve. Even a few days later, his throat's still raw from screaming.]
Yeah, it's me. Uh. I'm fine. A friend is taking good care of me.
oh right, voice on his end
Yeah, it's me. Uh. I'm fine. A friend is taking good care of me.