By the time Iestyn reached the hospital, he was in a complete spin. How, how, how could this have happened again!? He didn't know the details, but the message had given him a good enough idea, reading between the lines that something very bad had gone down. When he dashed into the waiting room, he could see that Tinsel was already there, standing at the front desk. She turned as he speed walked over to her.
"Oh, here he is, Henry's husband. I was just saying you wouldn't be far." Tinsel was wearing a hoodie over a neat red and black houndstooth pencil skirt, having clearly come very quickly from the office, and she gave Iestyn a welcoming smile.
"Is he okay?" Iestyn said quickly, and Tinsel nodded towards the doors.
"We're about to go and find out," she said, as the receptionist put down the phone and directed them to go through. As soon as Iestyn was in Henry's (very, very nice) private room, he rushed to Henry's side. Tinsel followed a bit more calmly.
"Henry! Oh my god, are you- what happened!? Oh your poor hands!"