Slept like a log last night…Woke up in the fireplace.

His hand ached as he wiggled his fingertips, or attempted to rather. Cringing, Connor bit down on his bottom lip as he slowly slipped the leather glove from his wounded limb. Taking a deepened breath through his nostrils he examined the peeling red skin, brow greatly furrowed, eyes watering as he worked to reapply the bandages properly, the others which had formerly been plastered to his skin were soaked in his scarlet body fluid. Ignoring a tear as it rolled down his cheek, he picked up his cell from the couch and quickly sped-dialed an all too familiar number.

“What is it Connor?” Her voice was stern, crude, not at all what he had expected, which caused him to worry even more than he initially had. Keeping his knit brow, he perked one upward at her tone and cleared his throat licking his lips as he gazed down at his hand.

“Where are you?” He rapidly inquired, not caring if it was extremely forward, which it was, but hell, she hadn’t come home last night.

“I’m…” she paused, there was some mumbling in the background, rustling, words spoken that he couldn’t make out. “I’m fine, Connor. You should be sleeping.” Her voice was softer now, yet it still harbored a bit of hostility.

Connor bit his bottom lip as he slid the glove back into place, he couldn’t help but let out a loud grunt and sigh, his teeth grinding into his skin in attempt to keep as quiet as he could while he felt part of his skin peel back in the process. Sighing in relief when the glove was back in place he took a few breaths to calm himself before he spoke.

“Sleep is overrated. You didn’t come home, so naturally I’m worried. Can you just tell me where you’re at?” He pleaded, he had already had a severely restless night, a couple of them in fact. “We still have a lot to talk about.” He insisted as he lay back on the cushions, adjusting his body to get comfortable, about as comfortable as he could get in his crippled state.

“I’m at the hospital.” She finally relented, her voice much softer…sadder? Connor shot up, in a panic he came to his feet.

“Say that again? Why? What happened? Did he—what did he make you do?”

“He didn’t make me do anything, Connor. I went willingly.”

“Right, willingly. I’m sure that isn’t the case. It’s never willingly with him.” He scoffed. There was a long pause between the two of them. Again there was some indirect mumbling as if she were speaking to someone else there, some inaudible conversation. “Hey, who is that?” He asked, his curiosity sinking in whilst he grabbed his coat. He wasn’t about to sit back and wait for her to return now. He would go to the hospital to be with her.

She sighed, it was long and drawn out, done in irritation. Connor smiled a bit, picturing her rolling her eyes. “He wants to speak with you.” Suddenly he stopped in his tracks. Clenching his jaw he reluctantly said: “Put him on.”

“How’s the hand, Kid?” Sylvester’s voice was serious, yet it had a sarcastic intonation that didn’t sit very well with Connor, never really did.

“What do you want? What did you do to her?” Connor demanded.

Sylvester chuckled, Connor scowled.

“Come on now, after all she has done to prove herself do you really think that I would hurt her?”

He had a point. Lily had done so much, most of which had been forced upon her, dropped into her lap. And just as every other worker in this damn war, like a slave she had to listen.

“Then why is she in the hospital and why didn’t she come home? We had a deal, Sylvester. Do not make me remind you of what I have done…” Connor did his best to sound like a big bad bully, but he knew he failed when his voice cracked, the obvious frustrated tears embedding in the back of his throat.

“It’s not her you should be worried about, Malone. It’s your girlfriend. We’re here because of her actions.”

Shit…Lucy. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of days. He blamed the rounds…but he couldn’t bring himself to be honest about what had happened.

“Lucy was at prom…she was supposed to spend time with Skye or…Vero…or someone. What do you mean her actions? What’s going on? What happened?”

“Jackson happened. I returned your sister, Connor, alive. Just as promised. And your little escort bitch of a girlfriend interfered. My nephew now lies in a hospital bed, unable to wake up. He’s in a coma, Connor. And because of that, I may just put Lucy in one.”

Connor swallowed hard, his eyes watered.

“She didn’t mean to do it. I know her. She may have her quarrels with you but she did not mean to hurt him Sylvester, please. I’m begging you. After all I have done…Don’t. Don’t hurt her…Please.” He couldn’t help but beg, plead, continually say please though he knew it would help very little. In his head he was screaming: SHIT SHIT SHIT LUCY SHIT! His heart pounding, throbbing as it lifted up into his throat. He felt sick as the uncertainty of what move to make next settled in. “She…she tried to tell me something the other day and I had to leave…like an idiot I had to leave to get back to…you know damn well what I had to get back to…” He was exasperated, frustrated and terrified, rambling on like an idiot. “You know what I did for you, please…do this for me…”

Connor swallowed hard, he gazed down at his gloved hand then at the door. He didn’t have time to waste, he knew it, but while he had Sylvester on the phone at least that meant that Lucy was somewhat safe…somewhat. Who knew what he had planned before, what Sylvester had up his sleeves. Just because Sylvester was there currently didn’t mean that Lucy wasn’t being tortured by some other twisted individual, someone like Leroy or Cynthia. “Sylvester…”

“How uh…is your hand doing, Connor?” Sylvester blatantly changed the subject, yet there was an air of compassion and concern within his voice that Connor faintly recognized. He looked to his hand once more and scowled as he painfully balled his fist.

(via x-sylvester-fucking-rosario)

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#lily greene #stefan romero #connor malone #sylvester rosario #alice rosario #maybe tomorrow #para #self para #group para

I need another vacation…

alice-rosario:

~~It’s weird. The two of us seem to actually be getting along lately…I don’t even know how that happened. But I guess it’s been, in your words, nice.~~

I’m really glad to hear about that. He needs some stability in his life, people he can trust or feels he can trust. Right now he’s not sure where to turn or what to do…Lucy…doesn’t even know yet. I’m hoping when she finds out she won’t….well be to harsh. He needs her. More than ever I think. But yeah, I’m really glad to hear that. The last thing we all need is more drama or another vendetta. I know your mother cannot be very happy right now either but…Sylvester has his reasons.

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#Alice Rosario

I need another vacation…

alice-rosario:

~~Lil. Uh, Connor told me to tell you thanks for everything you did for him.~~

~~Oh. He did…oh well…that—that’s sweet. Thank you for telling me. I guess I’ll give him a call or something later…you know it…was nice having him around.~~