[Oh, that explains the sand.]

[How much do you remember?]

[I remember a bright light and thinking I had been taken to a dungeon and nothing else.]

So she repeats the explanation of the dungeon and what it does.

[Oh. ...I don't remember any of the details but emotionally that sounds about what happened, or something.]

[They should hopefully have you bandaged up enough that I can go in and sit with you soon.]

[That sounds nice.]

[What do you need?]

[I don't know.]

[Okay. If you think of something tell me.]

[Yes ma'am.]

[Want you to be near me.]

[As soon as they let me, pet.]

[Okay.]

It's not that much longer. She goes in and sits on the edge of his bed. Most of his wounds are on his back; she strokes his arm.

There's a bandage covering part of his face, but he can manage a very weak smile at this.

"Haru's still in there. I'm warning him when there's monsters under the sand he'd be about to step on and keeping him company."

"Oh th-ow." [That makes sense.]

Pet pet pet.

[Is everyone else coming out alive?]

[Yeah. Some people got out before you did and were less hurt but everyone's alive, so far as I've heard.]

[That's nice.]

He doesn't have anything else to say for the next while.

A nurse steps in with IV fluids - he hasn't lost enough blood to need a transfusion but the bandage on his face will make it hard to drink and he's down enough blood to at least want some saline.

"No...please."

Can Lucien not be on this bed now maybe and instead under it or behind Isabella or anywhere else.

"Sir please don't try to move -" says the nurse.

"Lucien, what's wrong?" asks Isabella, glancing between him and the nurse.

"Please... don't..." he begs, his eyes fixed on the IV needle.