"He sounded okay. Stressed, but not...dying or anything." Whoever it was that had called her the first time had not been clear enough on whether or not David was going to survive. That had scared her more than anything ever had. On the one hand, Buttercup hadn't wanted to lose Westley again, but she couldn't blame the princess this time, as easy as that might have been. "I haven't heard from him since, though I was supposed to call when I found out that you were okay." Which would have to wait. She wasn't quite ready to leave his side yet, even though she'd been there for most of the night.
There wasn't even the faintest hint of irritation when he smirked at her. "Of course I was, you idiot. I got a call from someone I didn't know, and they left me a message about how you were injured and on your way to the hospital. How was I not supposed to worry?" Well, if she'd hated him as much as she claimed, she wouldn't have been worried, but she was beyond trying to keep up that charade. "If that stupid voicemail you left me had been the last thing you ever said to me, I would have been pissed."