He laid in bed, barefoot, only in his jeans. He had called Isabella over and was waiting for her to get there. You could see his bandages, the small red dot on them. He rubbed his bare stomach as he thought of Isabella. Yeah, she was going to read him the riot act, she had every right too. He hated to know he upset her, but he would rather have her upset and safe, then the other way around you could say. He loved her and his one goal was to keep her safe, protect her at all costs even if it met her launching a verbal rant on him. He looked up at the cracked ceiling as he sighed.
Isabella had gotten the text from Connor and not even five minutes later, was leaving her house on her way to his place. She didn’t even care that what she was wearing was not something to be walking around the streets of South Boston in unaccompanied. She got to his place and, without knocking, threw open the door and walked in. Her eyes focused on him on his bed, and her anger vanished momentarily. He had simply disappeared, not a trace or a phone call. Both her and Lucy were worried sick about the two of them. She went to his bedside, only to have her anger rekindled at the sight of his bandage. She punched him in the arm before cuddling into his chest, her wedges off the side of his bed. “You scared the living Hell out of me, Connor Macmanus. You have no idea how mad I am.” she said simply, blinking back tears of both anger and relief.