A Hospital Waiting Room, Baltimore, Wednesday Morning

Yesterday had been... Well.

It had been.

At some point in the ride to the hospital, Liam had at least managed to get his own fucking body back, which was a small comfort, all things considered.

But the night had passed in a blur of frantic activity, and the only reason Liam was even aware that it was now Wednesday morning was the alarm on his phone helpfully reminding him that he was supposed to buy Verity coffee before her class today.

... He supposed her students deserved to know their teacher wasn't coming in today, so he typed out a quick email. A bit of a white lie, there, but he was sure she would be apologetic about it, had she actually been conscious.

A sigh of relief when the email actually went through, unlike the flurry of calls he'd tried to make yesterday (had it really only been yesterday? It seemed so fucking long ago.) - to Kaidan, Rosa, Miguel, anyone he could think of, really, whose help he could've used taking down the Covenant assholes who'd kidnapped Verity.

Now all he could do was wait for some news, any news, about Verity's condition.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, and mostly establishy, but can be open for calls/texts/emails.]