Unsurprisingly, Emryc was put up in the best hospital on Thyferra after he was finally returned from ‘captivity’. His media team was already putting together stories about how he escaped during the crossfire between Sith and Syndicates. The ransom had already been partially paid, and no one knew about the deal Emryc made with the Trandoshan he had carved up. By the time Jaikus and Amon pulled him from the scene, he had been out cold.
His hospital room was packed with flowers, candies, stuffed animals and other items from all over the galaxy. Many of them had the logo and title of the Emryc Thorne Fan Club on them, but there were gifts from other diplomats as well. The half Sephi paid heed to none of these, sorting through the items on his datapad. He was methodical by nature, and that meant he was back to his workaholic tendencies as soon as he was conscious.
Emryc was seated upright in his bed, dressed in some comfortable pajamas offered by the hospital. His face still had bruises and a bandage over the cut on his cheek. He was bandaged around his torso to treat the wound on his back which just barely missed his spine and paralyzing him. The half Sephi despised medical bays, but he absolutely loved the food. As a result, he was nibbling on some crackers while typing a Holonet address he would be delivering soon.
He paused when he saw visitor request pop up. As he had a constant influx, now it was based on notifications sent to his datapad. He could approve or reject as he pleased. It was an alias, but Emryc recognized it at once. He stared at the name for a while, his jaw tightening as his thumb hovered over the reject button. After a few seconds of that, he abruptly switched to approve. Emryc exhaled quietly.
@Mr. Teatime