When Cass apologised he groaned, "no no no! Fucking hell!" He really wanted stand up- or punch something- but he wasn't quite feeling up to any of that. "A month ago? What the fuck happened?! Who would fuckin' kill Rosie?" Fuck, he hadn't even gone to visit her yet- he was going to he just kept putting it off and- shit.
He really, seriously, wanted a drink but his Healer had been fairly blunt on him not drinking while he was healing.
Another groan issued from him when he continued asking his questions. "I don't even remember. The end of January," he said, putting his head back on the sofa. "And yes, that is where I was hurt.
"I fell off my broom, onto a cursed artifact on my fathers property," he lied. And it was a lie that hurt more than the wound itself.