Violet shook her head, quite frustrated. “It was about Oliver. I heard you say that you didn’t know whoever she was asking for except that he was a dick. That has to be Oliver. Why won’t people tell me what the fuck is up with him? Is he a fucking serial killer? I live in his house for fucks’ sake. Why is some lunatic with a gun trying to find him.” She lugged him closer to the sidewalk and asked a passerby to call an ambulance.
“Vi, I don’ want you to concern yourself. I’ll explain at a better time. Promise.” Cisco took his weight off Violet and leaned against a streetlight. His shirt was soaked with blood and his eyelids fluttered, the lull of consciousness slowly creeping away from him. “Promise.” He said, slipping to the ground and closing his eyes, losing consciousness.
Cisco backup 