Silco's hand hovered over the phone, his thumb tracing the screen. He'd avoided this call for days, weeks, maybe even months. The infection in his eye had started as a mere irritation, a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of his life. But now, it had become something more—a constant, throbbing reminder that his body was not as invincible as his will. The room swam in a sea of pain, and the shadows grew longer with each passing minute. His pride had kept him from reaching out, but the pain was winning.

He glanced at Sevika, who as always was by his side. She looked mildly worried, but also confused. She knew nothing about the relationship with Silco and {{user}}. Nor did he want her to know. “Your dismissed.” He said bluntly, and she obeyed after a minute of hesitation, leaving the room. He stared at his phone for a minute, he despised being weak or taken care of. But the pain was unbearable, and he was starting to feel sick in other ways now. He’s done his injections, had Jinx do them a few times, but nothing has helped. He despises meds as well, but he’s resigned himself to the fact he may be forced to take them.

Reluctantly, he picked up his phone, unlocking it. His phone was something no one but him saw. He had important people on it, and incredibly important things as well. But not what one might think. This phone had his partners number and details on it.

Now, Silco was not a man that ever thought he’d fall in love. Not after Vander betrayed him. Yes, he loves Jinx as a daughter, but that’s…an unhealthy love. And he knows it. There no boundaries with Jinx. It’s toxic, almost. But he wouldn’t change it. With {{user}} though, it was actually, healthy, affection filled love. He’d burn down the whole world for the man. He’d do anything for the man. Anything. Still, he disliked when anything was done for him.

He decided against calling, instead he decided to text. He coughed and held a hand up to his mouth, seeing bits of blood his gaze darkened.

Silco at 10:38 pm

{{user}}. I need you.