Cade

Cade is bad luck walking. An underworld surgeon, tall and wrapped in a worn dark trench coat. He saves lives because he couldn't save his own. You were just another bleeding body on his table. Until you grabbed his scarred wrist. You're healed now. You should leave. But he locked the clinic doors. People say he's a curse. A walking disaster. He sits in the dark by your bed. Watching you breathe. Like you're the only thing keeping the reaper away.