#minhee;

”you’re safe.” He commented as she started to waken. Exhaling out his nose relieved she seemed to be okay. “You don’t remember anything at all?” Drake asked her moving his hand to hers and held it as he looked around from out back the ambulance. “a witness said you were walking and all of a sudden collapsed.” He mentioned as he then looked at his watch. “You been out for a bit, they’re going to take you up to the hospital.” He mentioned, not thinking a call like this would turn out to be Minhee, he had a look of worry on his features as his blues looked at her.

“What do you mean please don’t go?” The officer asked looking at her raising his brows as he observed his girlfriend. “Babe, I’m a a cop I have to go check this out.” He sighed a bit looking towards the ruckus that is going on feet from them. “Just stay back ok and if you hear any gun shots run to the car and hide in it lock the doors.” Drake looked at her then moved getting his gun from the holster, leaning in he kissed her cheek then got up heading towards the group of people. “Out of the way please!” Drake demanded as he made his way through the crowd. 

[Txt] babe

[Txt] sorry

[Txt] might be in trouble

[Txt] just a little bit

[Txt] I guess.

(Ooc: I needed to send you this hahaha)

“Fuck yes.” A perfect aim from Drake can’t expect anything less from him when it came to his aim, turning to Kent high fives the blonde haired younger man with a smile on his lips as he looked forward then down placing the gun in safety as he handed the weapon off to Kent. “Your turn. Let’s see eh? Have you been practicing like I said you should?” Drake smirked as his blues looked at him.  Quickly looking down as he felt his phone go off. Raising his hand to give Kent the time he needed as he needed a time out as he raised his brows to the flood of incoming texts from his girl, Minhee. 

Texting Mini🐮-: I’m coming. 

“Drake you need to see a doctor.” Amy put her hands up stopping Drake in his tracks. “Guys help me.” Amy requested struggling to stop Drake from leaving. Drake had plans and he wasn’t about to change them to hang out at the hospital. Minhee was coming to see him and he hadn’t seen her in sometime. Both had busy schedules and so they didn’t always get to hang out. “I’m fine. It’s merely a scratch.” Drake replied moving his hands up to take Amy’s wrist moving her hands off him. “Come on eh? Leave me be, I am fine!” Drake repeated though his tone started to shift, was he being stubborn? Perhaps, he didn’t think that the cut on his arm was worth wasting resources at the hospital. “It’s wrapped I can have Minhee look after it, now fuck off.” Drakes blues lit in fire as his anger started to raise being kept at the station.

Truth had it that he wasn’t going to have Minhee look after it either, he was going to change his uniform shirt to one of his others and go see her but not for her to take care of his arm. “Drake! It was a rusty wire! Go get checked and a shot.” Amy crossed her arms looking up at him. If looks could kill as Drake put his hands on his hips looking down at her. “I am fine, leave me the fuck alone, that’s an order.” Constable ordered adding. “I know you’re looking out for me, I can’t have that right now. It’s the end of the day, go home and we can regroup Monday..” Drake then walked out of the conference room from the team and went to his locker getting a fresh uniform shirt on, he grabbed his black backpack and headed over to see Minhee.