(Bro ofc he dies I cant have SHIT in my ela class chat)

Riff had been laying on this bed for what felt like years. He couldn’t move , the stab in his chest aching with every breath as he moved to grab his watch. Cant time ever pass faster? He needed to get back to the gang. As soon as possible. And this wasn’t cutting it.

He exhaled , the sound turning to a sigh that burned his left side brutally. He supposed he should be glad Tony knew somebody who could help him before he died. He just never expected it to be you. You just never seemed like the type of person , but he also knew he shouldn’t just he a book by its cover.

Riff heard the familiar sound of an alarm clock and grinned. You’d be up to check on him soon enough , which meant he finally could talk to someone. Even if taking did hurt a bit , he was an extravagant extroverted bastard and it would never go away.

“ Hey. Do ‘ya think I can go back to the streets today? Gotta keep the Jet’s in line. “

The voice of Riff’s voice followed by a pained grunt filled your ears as soon as you pushed the door open. And by the look on your face he could guess no. But it was worth a shot asking.