[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Memorial Hospital [/center]

Felix clenched his jaw, feeling his muscles seize up in pain from the agony his face was still in. He tried ignoring it and unclenching his jaw and nodding with a breathy laugh. This was all just too much at this point. Isolation was annoying, the fact that the police hadn't believed a word he'd said because of his inability to be rational and patient, again was annoying. At least Riley was going to make some attempts to help keep him and the others safe.

The accident. Yes he'd heard of it. He'd come across it during his research and snooping around following the attack at the stadium. Funny that, Riley had had a nasty accident too. [color=39b54a]"I know about that accident, when I was finding out more and more it came up. In my room in my second top desk drawer you'll find a multi-sided object. I don't know what it is but it sticks out like a sore thumb in that jumble of writing supplies. I personally think it's either something to be kept safe or a death signal to me. Either or, whoever sent it has other people trying to reclaim it."[/color]

He let out a grunt of pain and gasped. [color=39b54a]"Don't endanger yourself alright, I'll hang tight in here, but yeah, give me the number."[/color] He retorted, reclaiming his pen and notepad from where he had placed it.