It Was Just A Bar Fight @IsabellaDawn
saintconnorveritas:
He leaned on Rocco as they walked down the street. His head was spinning, he felt a bit sick. He mouthed off, talking about how the men deserved it. Rocco joked and agreed. The back of Connor’s hair was soaked, blood tricked down the back of his neck, seeping into his shirt. He continued to mouth off, calling the men from the fight stupid fuckers and swore if he saw them again he and Murph would kill em. Rocco helped him into building but Connor shooed him away, telling him he had it. Rocco asked was he sure, Connor said yes as he held onto the wall. Rocco watched him climb into the elevator before walking away. Connor hit the buttons, stumbled out when he got to his floor. He barely made it through the door before he tripped, falling face first onto his bed as he groaned.
“FUCK” he growled.
Isabella had only just gotten in from work an hour ago. She checked her watch, trying to figure out what time the boys would be getting home from the bar to tell if she had enough time to join them. She should’ve done what Lucy did: work at their favorite place to be. Deciding that she didn’t have enough time, she took a shower, tied her hair in a messy braid, and cuddled on Connor’s bed with a Latin novel. Getting lost in the book, she lost track of time, so Connor stumbling in without his other half made her jump. She went to smile at him but that quickly disappeared as he fell face first onto his bed. She saw the blood on the back of his shirt, and quickly jumped to look at the back of his head, seeing the open wound. She hissed between her teeth, jumping of the bed and rushing to the bathroom. She got the first aid kit and a rag and emptied the peroxide onto it. She wasn’t sure what he had gotten hit with, but odds are it needed to be disinfected. Kneeling next to her love, she dabbed the lightest bit around the wound. “What the hell did you two get into?” she muttered, not sure if he was awake or not. By the amount of blood on his shirt, she worried a bit more for him. He had lost a lot of blood.
He groaned, mumbling into the blankets, not moving, afraid if he did he’d either vomit or pass out. He winched slightly when Isabella touched the cut in his head, fuck it hurt bad now that he was sobering up. He mumbled loud enough so Isabella heard him through the blankets.
“Tha fuckers deserved it, ye don’t be doin’ stupid shit like dat”
Isabella sighed and got up,getting a huge bowl of warm water and a fresh towel. Coming back over to Connor, she dipped the towel into the water, wrung it out, and lightly cleaned his wound. She heard what he said and sat back on her heels. “You…got into a bar fight? That’s what this was about?!” she asked, her voice giving away her newly formed irritation.
