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.“Nine hours,” HR chuckled, drumstick in hand pointing to the broken leg the man was boasting. Thankfully Julian knew how to make a splint, or else they would be in a much different place. Pulling a chair up to the guy’s bedside he let out a light sigh, knowing the younger of the two may not like the news.
“Doc Bond wants you in bed for a week, and on crutches for a couple more after that.” He braced himself for the argument back, though silently hoped the boy wouldn’t shoot the messenger.
“Damn.” Cisco muttered as he craned his neck to see the damage. His head fell back on the pillow and he immediately regretted it. Sharp pains shot through his skull, and Cisco assumed he’d sustained a concussion during the battle. He could deal with bedrest and crutches, but he couldn’t live with himself if someone else got hurt.
“How did things turn out? Is everyone else okay? Please tell me everyone is at least better off than I am.” He wouldn’t forgive himself if any of his friends had gotten hurt when he wasn’t conscious to help save them.
Cisco backup 