The moment Augustus heard that Rion was awake, he pulled on the chords connected to his wrists and ran outside his room. St*pid intravenous medicine. Whoever put him in them were overreacting. He did not even suffer a lot of injuries from fighting and getting hit— well, maybe a few.
His skin then started to bleed — due to the force it took to pull it off — it started to stain the floor. But he did not care.
His only goal was to see Rion. To get to him as soon as he could and make sure the latter was not feeling any sort of severeness and discomfort. Or to simply just see him, hold him, be with him, be around his presence.
At the same time, Janvick and Hands were walking with a basket of fruit in their arms toward his room for a visit.
Seeing Augustus rushing out of his designated room
