[GASP. Another Open RL]

[torn_betweentwo]

[The year is 1972. The date? Friday, July 21st. Welcome to Bloody Friday in a Belfast hospital. Almost an hour has passed since the bombings that afternoon and now Connor's in a small private room, his chest has been bandaged up nice and tight and his arm's up in a sling. Occasional screams echo from up and down the halls, but Connor seems to be

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[landofmyfathers]

[And coming in to sit on a nearby chair is Llewellyn. Eyes open and looking, but not really speaking at this point. He comes in quietly, not wanting to disturb, figuring Connor may prefer the silence with company there.

But beneath his silent façade is worry, though he'll never let it show. Trust the older brother to be the quietest tsun of the entire family. 8|b]

[torn_betweentwo]

[Ah silence. Unfortunately, the piercing cry of a young child woke him up a few minutes after Llewellyn's arrival. He wakes up with a groan and flops his head over, shutting up when he spots his oldest brother.]

[pledged_to_me]

[She's a sneaky one, his sister is, slipping silently into his room, paler than usual even for her and visibly shaken by the screams. How she wasn't noticed is anyone's guess, especially since she's got her own Conspicous Cloak on.

And she flinches slightly when she sees him lying there before she sits down next to him, taking his unharmed hand in hers, running her thumb over the back comfortingly.] Me dear leanbh chroí. [It's whispered, just in case he's asleep she doesn't want to wake him, before reaching up to brush at his hair.]

[torn_betweentwo]

[Currently pretending to be asleep, a deeply hidden knot in his aching heart loosens. He tries not to tense at the use of his old nickname, but he fails and it sends a shock of pain right through him, his face showing it. Damn failures of pain killers....]

[pledged_to_me]

[It nearly makes her cry it does, but someone in this family has to be the strong one and with Arthur failing quite spectacularly yet again, it falls to her. She'll sob on Llewellyn's shoulder later.] Shh, 'tis alright me leanbh chroí, here I be. You're... safe, I be promisin' you. When you wake up I'll see about getting you some better medicine. [And it only makes her heart ache even worse knowing that she means "alcohol" and not proper pain killers.]

[torn_betweentwo]

Thought you were there... heard someone call your name. [He attempts to shift, but it hurts too much, so he stays put with his eyes still closed. Since he hasn't started trying to kick her out or tell her off for using the old nickname, it should be an indicator of something being wrong.]

[ofhopeandglory]

[He'd known something was wrong as soon as it'd happened, and it wasn't too much of a stretch of the imagination to assume that it was Connor. Again. Shite. You'd think they could lay off for one damn year. As soon as it had been confirmed that it was him, he hadn't wasted a moment, protests from his boss be damned. Connor was still his brother.

He doesn't look as if he's shaken by the screams or the bombs by the time he gets there, but then, he's England. And he'd raged and sworn enough earlier, so for the moment, he seems calm enough. But he still looks slightly sick as he lets himself into the room and hovers awkwardly next to Connor's bed before finally drawing up a chair.]

[torn_betweentwo]

[Arthur caught him in the middle of a nap, unfortunately, a spike of pain brought him back to the realm of consciousness. He blinks slowly a couple times until he recognizes his visitor, a weak smile appearing.]

I wondered when you'd turn up.

[ofhopeandglory]

[Quietly] I came as soon as I could. [He snorts slightly.] Bloody red tape, they damn well almost tried to stop me going.

[He doesn't ask how Connor's feeling, or if he's alright. It's a stupid question, after all, and besides, Arthur's been there before himself.]

[torn_betweentwo]

Fecking idiots. I'm a part of the United Kingdom, says so in the damned title. What sort of red tape did they try laying on you?

[talkstohaggis]

[RUDE AWAKENING!!! - Sorry Connor. BUT he's just crashing into the hospital, more like stumbling and scambering around to get to his bro's room.]

Connor!

[Er that was a bit rude wasn't it. :| Hang on he'll go back outside and knock and then re-burst back in here.]

Connor!

[torn_betweentwo]

[The first bursting interrupted his nap, and he bolted upright. Unfortunately, he's still in some considerable pain and yells out with the sudden motion before flopping back with a yelp and a hiss.]

Damn it, Douglas!

[talkstohaggis]

Damn it yourself, Connor, ye had me worried!

[pause]

Ye okay?

[torn_betweentwo]

Yeah, sorry 'bout that.

'M fine... fine as anyone bandaged up like some dusty old mummy can be, anyway.