Cyril smiled slightly. He didn't like Lucius being distressed, but he understood it completely. If the roles were reversed he would've been conjuring up a cot at the end of the hospital bed to camp out in. "I'm fine, I really am. Just low blood pressure from a little internal bleeding. It's all fixed I promise," He tugged on Lucius' arm, pulling his lover down so he could steal a kiss, "I love you. I'm sorry I didn't have my journal. I don't like thinking of you worrying. But I promise, I'm not going anywhere okay?"