Who: Chandler Fitspatrick and Ana DePaolo
What: Getting beaten up → Waking up in the hospital
Where: Starting in some alley, continuing at the hospital
When: Friday, December 22, 2010, starting around 8pm
Rating: R for violence and probably language
Status: Incomplete thread
Chandler's night was not going the way he'd planned.
A few hours ago, he'd been having a great night. He had to work, but Ana was coming over later. She was spending the night, which he was very much looking forward to. They'd been making out for weeks. Things had been steadily progressing and they probably would have had sex by now, but it seemed like every time they got close, someone interrupted. It was hard enough to find some time alone together with both of them working on top of school and homework. Every time they managed it, every time he got his hand under her shirt or started to push at her jeans, there was <i>something</i>. A phone call, a knock on the door, one of them being called away. Suffice to say, Chandler was beyond ready.
He'd been half joking when he'd told Ana to bring condoms, but a part of him was really hoping that tonight would finally be the night. It put him in such a good mood that his co-workers were making comments. Maybe it was because he was whistling as he bussed tables, but he couldn't help himself. He was really looking forward to tonight.
Until he walked out of the restaurant and right smack into his oldest brother.
Fuck. Donovan. Fucking fuck.
Chandler had been avoiding his older brother. He'd been doing it successfully since the beginning of the school year. It was hard to avoid him when he was standing right there, though.
--
Some time later, Chandler found himself standing in an alley, the package Donovan had forced on him stuffed into his pocket as he looked around. Everything would have been fine if the customer he was meeting had been willing to pay for his merchandise and go. That wasn't what happened, though. Somehow, despite his careful glances around the alley, he found himself jumped from behind. He couldn't have told you if it was one guy or three, but it ended with him on the ground, barely conscious. He vaguely felt the pouch he carried being pulled from his pocket before he felt one more kick to his ribs.
Fuck. Ana was going to kill him for standing her up. Somehow, he found the strength to pull his phone from his front pocket and send a text. im sorry i love you. Chandler barely pressed send before he lost consciousness. |
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