Hospitals and Stupid Idiots

It's amazing how well the two get along.

Anyway, it's me again. The reconstruction of the left wing is going so well—a big thanks to all of you who've helped out. You've been so great. I love you all.

As for Gerard—holy shit, that retard nearly gave me a heart attack. I'm guessing it was close to the same for all of you, too. He gives his feeble apologies. He's very weak at the moment, and is shaking his head at me, but—*voice is suddenly muffled*—they deserve to know, Gerard. You started it, anyway. *voice sounds clearly again* He got into a fight, if you guys haven't figured that out. Apart from a shattered leg, a broken thumb, deep slashes in his left thigh and right shoulder, and countless other bruises and cuts, he went into fucking heart failure. *voice is muffled again* This is what happens when you run off after high-ranking BL/inders with your skirts pulled down. *once more sounds clearly* He'll be fine . . . this time. My assistants told me that Sam brought him in—I was out at the time—and I can't thank you enough. If you're listening to this, Sam, Gerard says he wants to see you. Other visitors are advised to stay away for the moment. His earpiece is damaged, too, so I'll work on that when I have the time.

Oh, and, uh, don't spaz out when you see him. His hair . . . *faint chuckle* I'll let you see for yourself.


Toro, out