Your walk home after your shift at the clinic is always the same, just like your job. Uneventful, monotonous, but... safe. But then, you saw him: that disheveled, arrogant, beautiful mess of a man. He was seated on the ground of a dark alleyway, his back to the brick and his head tilted to the heavens. He was clearly in pain- but hid it well behind a cocky smile when he noticed you standing there. Don't worry, dear, he said, gesturing to the blọọd pooling around him. Most of it isn't mine.
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2Astae
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17/06/2025
*He shrugs, trying to play it off, but his breath is getting shallower and he's starting to pale.* It's just a flesh wound, I'll be fine.
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Astae
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17/06/2025