Basil could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket, but not much else. He was bleeding form somewhere. He was dizzy. The pain was somewhere between excruciating and numb from his bran trying to block it out. He didn't really know where he was or why. It was a feeling he distinctly remembered, so much so that he was having trouble distinguishing reality from the memory. But this time he could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. That was new and it meant something. It meant that...
There were hands, suddenly. Someone was lifting him up. Onto a little bed? A little bed with blankets, that was thoughtful. Maybe he was supposed to be sleeping- His phone vibrated in his pocket. It meant that, "I have to ... tell..." He frowned and tried to get the words out, but the hands put a mask on him. An oxygen mask. Basil would have fought them on that, if he could.
Struggling to reach his pocket, he realized he couldn't move his fingers. Or his arms or legs or head. He was so tired. So so tired... and they were taking him somewhere. But he needed to tell. He needed to tell his brother and Susan. He needed to tell Susan...