Darien Weber: Mad Doctor

"Bianca, I swear to god, I’m fine." Darien huffed exasperatedly, unraveling a sticky, wet bandage from his knee and removing the red-stained gauze underneath to reveal a nasty cut underneath, jagged and spattered with blood and bruising. 

"It was a one time thing, all right? I couldn’t let those thugs get away with what they were about to do to her." He winced as he pulled the last of the gauze away, having to tug it out of the wound. "They…Look, I’m the one doing the protecting here, all right? Besides, they won’t come around here. They wouldn’t dare. I think one of them shit his pants when he saw me take his buddy out…. Hehe. You’d think they’d never seen a lightning strike before."

"Its okay, I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I love you."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"Just breathe."

"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

"You're everything to me."

"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I didn’t think you guys would actually keep it up. All right, then." 

With a sigh, Darien removed his glasses and peeled off his socks, seeing as how those items were small enough to count as one, and then brought his hands up to his shirt to remove it.A steaming blush rose on his face. Why did his mun have to get him into this? Was this really a good idea? The nervous smile he wore in the first round (oh, how naively confident he was!) faded into a focused line with each button he popped out of its place, working his way down his torso. Each inch of skin brought with it more scars, discolored reminders that thrummed with beneath-the-skin static, and dark hair that he supposed was manly in its own right but equally embarrassing to show off.

This is so indecent…