[Charles clicks on the audio feed, and it should be pretty apparent to anyone listening that something is wrong, but he's doing his level best not to act like it is. His breathing is a little labored, and he definitely sounds like he's in pain, but his voice is more or less level and controlled, focused on telling people what happened and not passing out or dying before help shows up.

All in all, he sounds way too calm for someone who just got stabbed.]

I found Senji. He's been tortured, probably at least for a few days, by his inmate. He's currently unconscious and in serious need of medical attention. [Which was sort of an understatement, really, not to mention Charles had no idea how they'd even go about treating him, if he was going to be lashing out and trying to cut anyone who came near him with weapons he could apparently create from his own blood, of all things.

Speaking of which.]

... Actually, Merlin, if you're not too busy, I could probably do with some, too. [He almost sounds more sheepish than anything else, although it still hurts and he's definitely maybe a little scared, because he's been hurt, but he's never actually died before.] We're on the second floor, in room twelve. It's sort of a mess. [Really, meaning, there's an awful lot of blood on the walls and everywhere else in the room and maybe coming out of me nbd. :|

It occurs to him vaguely that this probably isn't something he should be telling just anyone - he has no idea where Toto is, or what the hell he was really planning on doing here - but he's pretty confident he can knock out almost anyone trying to come into the room before Merlin or Erik or someone got here, so instead of bothering to retroactively filter it or do much of anything other than keep pressure on the wound, he just drops the comm back into his lap and waits.]