Stumbling into the pub through the door, Romi made his way to a booth as quickly as he could and sort of collapsed into it. Getting his phone out of his pocket and unlocked with bloody fingers was no easy feat but eventually he managed it and found the contact before pressing the call button. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder he used his free hands to lift his shirt and get a look at his wound, it didn’t look good. When the call connected Romi tried to control his breathing enough to clearly say, “It’s me.. I know you told me not to do this to you again, but I need you to come to the pub. It’s bad and I can’t go to the hospital. Please, I need--” the phone slipped from his ear as the black that had been creeping in on the edges of his vision overtook it, and he slipped into the darkness.
Open to: m/f Connection: Male (an ex probably or friend) Female (Friend, former friend)
