Erik flashed him a baleful glare, the expression faltering with the throbbing ache that accompanied lowering himself to the bed. "I made..." The words cut off abruptly, ending in a sharp hiss. "I made a slight miscalculation," he finally grated out after a few breaths.
'Slight' would be an understatement. In following one of his leads, he'd been vastly outnumbered and, well, quite fortunate to have escaped with his life. Not that Erik's pride would let him admit that. Then again, he didn't really have to say anything for Charles to know. "Can you manage stitches?"