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Vladimir was still pacing. When the two newcomers mentioned Sasha he focused on them. He discreetly inhaled and tilted his head. They had similar scents. He watched them go back to see Sasha and let out a frusterated noise. He huffed and went back to pacing. Thoughts raced through his head as the smell of the hospital filled his nostrils. It was too clean...made his mood worse.

He stopped pacing when he saw the man once more. He was saying something. He forced himself to focus and shook the hand making sure not to use too much pressure. [color=lightblue]"I am he. And I do know Jean...Is Sasha okay? Are they treating her well?"[/color] worry and fear slicked through his grey eyes. 

Then his phone rang and he grabbed his phone out of his boot. He was still on leather pants, shirtless, and still had those swords. He flipped it open and answered. [color=lightblue]"Jean...she...she got hurt bad. I am now at a hospital...Anne-Mary's I believe. Sorry I took off on you."[/color] he inhaled. Sasha's father was right there...he ran his free hand through his black and white hair and tried to stay calm. [color=lightblue]"They won't let me see her yet"[/color] the tone was pained. He then hung up to make sure he didn't say anything else with the father here.

[color=lightblue]"Jean should be on his way."[/color]