𝓑𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓓 𝓞𝓝 𝓜𝓨 𝓗𝓐𝓝𝓓𝓢

He was thinking about it. Could he drug him to calm him down? If he could there was a chance he'd go to sleep and never wake up again. So he reached into his bag and took out a syringe and jabbed it into his arm quickly. His eyes focusing on the man. "I have you some morphine. Despite your injury you should be feeling a lot more relaxed. Lord knows I need you that way.." he muttered lightly.

It's now, even though in a cloudy callback, that he remembered why he was in pain.

❝ Damn ! I'm still alive, ❞ he cursed. But after settling for a moment, feeling light in this stranger's embrace, the FACT that anyone would want to save him at all, the fact he was breathing & hadn't been plunged into oblivion. Dude . . . felt an overwhelming sensation of relief.

❝ Damn . . . I'm still alive . . . ❞ he repeated, more grateful this time. His head buried into the other man's chest. He didn't know who this stranger was, but he acknowledged that he had saved him.

He was going to use the morphine on his date but now he was using it to save a life. His hands removing the man's glasses to properly get a good look at his eyes. Dilated. One was at least while the other was regular. A bad sign. Looking around his head Alex pressed his fingers along his head to see if there was an exit wound. Considering it was point blank there should have been a sign of exit. But there wasn't.

The smell of blood, the sound of a knife stabbing flesh, the taste of death, that's all Deadboy noticed, hunched over a stranger's body like a ghoul feeding. Ohn watched as his meal was being prepared. Deadboy's eyes were empty, void of any thoughts except hunger, a hunger that belonged to Ohn but had been forced upon him.

Deadboy paused.

There was someone else here in this supposedly abandoned warehouse. He looked up at the newcomer, though Ohn didn't give the signal to strike.

"Seems we both had similar intentions. Death. It comes for everyone at some point. Pardon my assumption. Do you understand me?" He looks at the both of them. His expression and emotion unmoved. He himself dressed nicely. Carrying a briefcase in his hands as he dared to draw closer.

[F01]  [R]  crowds  [S]  against  a  wall,  their  hand  sliding  up  [S]’s  side.

[F02]  [R]  takes  [S]’s  chin  between  their  fingers,  tilting  their  face  up  slowly.

[F03]  [R]  steps  between  [S]’s  knees,  hands  settling  on  their  thighs.

[F04]  [R]  leans  in  close  to  [S]’s  ear.

[F05]  [R]  grabs  the  back  of  [S]’s  shirt  and  pulls  them  in.

[F06]  [R]  pins  one  of  [S]’s  wrists  above  their  head,  the  other  hand  resting  low  on  their  waist.

[F07]  [R]  runs  their  thumb  over  [S]’s  lower  lip,  slow  and  deliberate.

[F08]  [R]  presses  their  forehead  to  [S]’s,  breathless,  waiting  for  a  reaction.

[F09]  [R]  hooks  a  finger  in  the  collar  of  [S]’s  clothes  and  tugs  them  closer.

[F10]  [R]  cages  [S]  in  with  both  arms,  gaze  dropping  to  their  mouth.

[F11]  [R]  slides  their  hand  around  the  back  of  [S]’s  neck,  guiding  them  forward.

[F12]  [R]  pulls  [S]  onto  their  lap  with  little  warning.

[F13]  [R]  backs  [S]  onto  a  bedroll,  hovering  just  above  them.

[F14]  [R]  traces  a  line  down  [S]’s  chest  slowly

[F15]  [R]  stands  behind  [S],  one  hand  settling  firmly  on  their  hip.

[F16]  [R]  tilts  [S]’s  face  toward  theirs.

[F17]  [R]  slips  their  fingers  into  [S]’s  hair,  pulling  gently.

@whlteroses sent . . .

Alex's eyes were wide..it was a complete medical miracle that this man hasn't died yet for this man put a bullet through his skull. Looking over his skull Alex had bandages ready to wrap around the unconscious man's head. Doing so in a hurry. And as tight as possible.

"Can you hear me?" He asked. Taking his glasses off as he checked his pulse. Then his eyes. Shining a light in them to see if there was any change or get some sort of reaction out of him." You're one lucky bastard.."

He awoke with a sharp gasp. Instinct told him to move, but the second he tried, white - hot pain ripped through every nerve. ❝ Fuck ! It hurts ! It fucking hurts ! ❞ He didn't even know where. His eyes ? his skull ? his brain ? his medulla oblongata ? His mind was a fogged - up mess, after consciousness slammed back into him like a freight train.

He wasn’t exactly thinking about what he’d done to end up like this — that would’ve required clarity, & clarity was a luxury he couldn't have right now.

Through the haze, he caught sight of a man — a stranger. Didn't matter, he needed something real to hold on to, something to anchor him to the world instead of the agony. Both his hands shot out, clutching the man’s arm with desperate strength. His nails bit into skin as another cry ripped out of him.

He was thinking about it. Could he drug him to calm him down? If he could there was a chance he'd go to sleep and never wake up again. So he reached into his bag and took out a syringe and jabbed it into his arm quickly. His eyes focusing on the man. "I have you some morphine. Despite your injury you should be feeling a lot more relaxed. Lord knows I need you that way.." he muttered lightly.