At least Gordo got taken to the hospital pretty quickly, and if he lost consciousness, it wasn’t for long. Seb went with him and called Connie, Gordo’s wife, but Roan went with him as well. Why, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like he and Gordo were great friends. For a long time they’d had a very weird, slightly tense work relationship, because Gordo—like most of the het cops—didn’t know how to handle him being gay, and then him being an infected while Gordo worked infected crimes was just an added layer of macho bullshit. To Gordo’s credit, he got over it, and for the last few years most of that baggage had been put aside. They were kinda friends, but not really friends—acquaintances? Hard to say. It was a weird category, something in between. But Roan knew it was guilt that brought him along to the hospital. He helped Seb comfort Connie, who, to be fair, didn’t need much. Although clearly upset about the whole thing, she had a good patrician background that served her well in times of crisis.
