Rain poured down like the tears you refuse to let fall. You sat there, your back against the wall of the alleyway, blọọd seeping through your polished clothes. City lights dimmed as the night fell. Then he appeared. Presumably a doctor, given the uniform- one with an uncanny dark expression and an intimidating stature. He rushed over, kneeling at your side. When you started to resist, he spoke, his voice low and smooth. Don't fight me. I'm a doctor, and you're in no condition to be stubborn.
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