Good. [He sighed, looking visibly relieved that Lyle wasn't suffering from the same sickness.]
[Lockon helped keep Setsuna on his side as best he could, to facilitate the stitching without having him need to sit upright. It ws hard to watch, but it could have been worse; it could have been chunks of metal, or a bullet, or something chemical in nature.]
[Once finished, Lockon sat down heavily on the end of the couch near Setsuna's feet, taking the communicator off and throwing it onto the second recliner.] ...when I find out who did this... [Someone was very displeased with the situation.]