Concerned RP Starters || Accepting
Cisco tried sitting up, but the other man’s hand stopped him from moving further than a few inches off the bed. “No, I need t’ help ‘em,” he slurred, his head still swimming from the hit he’d recieved. When they were fighting, it was dark out, almost midnight. Now, the sun was shining brightly.
“How long was I out?” He asked, his eyes glancing down and seeing an IV in his arm and a clip on his finger monitoring his vitals.
