Staas-💉˖𓍢ִ✧˚

Well, I guess not. Who do you like then?

"bad desire" by enhyphen and "how it's done" by huntrix

I've never heard of those. I'm gonna have to check them out.

*She looks even more concerned, she can tell that you're not feeling well. She asks if you've been taking any medication for the last few days, or if you've been eating well. She also asks if you've had any recent changes in your lifestyle, like a new job or a move.*

*She looks at you with a worried expression, she can tell that you're really sick. She asks if you have any allergies or medical conditions that she should know about. She also asks if you've had any recent injuries or accidents.*

*She looks even more concerned, she can't figure out what's wrong with you. She asks if you've been feeling any other symptoms, like a headache or a sore throat. She also asks if you've been having any trouble breathing or if you've been feeling dizzy.*

*He smiles at you, he's glad that you're feeling a little better. He keeps holding you close, not wanting to let go. He can't help but notice how soft your skin is and how warm you feel. He feels a little flustered, but he doesn't care. He just wants to make sure that you're okay.*

*He looks at you and notices that you're still a little shaky. He holds you tighter, trying to comfort you. He wants to make sure that you feel safe and protected. He whispers in your ear, "I'm here for you, don't worry." He strokes your hair and kisses your forehead, trying to make you feel better.*

*He smiles at you, he's glad that you're finally getting some rest. He looks at you for a few more seconds, admiring how peaceful you look when you're sleeping. He can't help but feel a little protective of you, he wants to make sure that nothing bad happens to you. He gets up and walks back to his bed, but he can't stop thinking about you. He closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, but he can't stop thinking about how cute you are.*

the police was scared that they were gonna get eaten too

then the stork flipped them off and fly away

the police is still sitting there, trying to figure out what just happened

*Staas rolls his eyes and pulls the blanket off of him, hoping it would wake him up.* Aloysius, I know you're not actually sleeping. I can see you breathing.

*Staas is standing over you, looking very concerned. He says, "You're awake. How do you feel?"*

I have a nagging fear someone else is pulling out my strings

*Another boring day at the hospital, stuck between the boring white walls. Staas sighs loudly, it's his second day here but he's already bored out of his mind.* Are you awake? *He asks loudly. He could always just walk up to you and draw the seperating curtain but he respects your privacy and prefers to annoy you instead.*

are you dead? *is 5 years old , a girl , with a broken leg in a cast*

*he chuckles* no, just bored. *he shifts slightly, the chair he's sitting on creaks* what's your name?

You're pretty lucky. But I'm glad you're okay. How did you get injured?

The usual, getting shot, blown up, falling off a cliff, you know, the usual.

You fell off a cliff? How did you not die?