It took Loren a little while longer than he might like to parse the story being told to him, but he was still him beneath the morphine and therefore absorbed the information like a sponge. Anthony was correct that he didn't like not having all the pieces, but that would give him something to do while he lounged around in bed like a fool. He would find the answers.

"I doubt he is sleeping, he has likely gone to fuck his woman to relieve stress instead, Thor does not understand the benefits of proper rest."

He shifted a little in the bed, trying to move his legs without success, and then focused on Anthony again, green eyes somehow managing to be sharper even in the few minutes since they had come together again.

"I require the following things, Anthony, if I am not to sink into death here. A laptop with a decent running speed, news on my bookshop, clothes that are not backless, and for you to turn down the morphine drip."