Something bad

Isra.

We came back downstairs after we had rested enough to have dinner because my stomach had grumbled noisily while we were in the room.

Kellan had to microwave the meal, and we waited at the dining table for a few minutes until he was done with it, and he served it on the plate for us.

“…were you able to get the report?” Delcan asked when Kellan returned to take a seat.

“Tomorrow.” Kellan answered, and cut the steaks on the plate for me.

“I thought you were going to get that today.”

“Something else came up and I couldn’t do, and I didn’t want to send anyone to go get it, I wanted to get it myself, that's why I had it postponed to tomorrow. I will go back to the hospital.” He placed a bit into his mouth.

“And your Uncle?”

“He had somewhere to be, you’ve been asking about him quite often, is the……