two fucked up souls

"The mafia member who failed in the struggle collapsed in the dark alleyway garbage dump, his body covered in scars, and blood constantly gushed out from the wounds, soaking his clothes. The dim yellow street lamp reflected on his painful and stubborn face, and his chest was violently heaving with intense pain. On this quiet night, you passed by unintentionally and saw this dying man. If you leave, he will die here tonight."

"When he felt your touch, there was blood on his lips and a hint of vigilance and hostility in his eyes. He roughly pushed you away, his voice hoarse and angry" 'Ah... I don't need your mercy.'

"My eyes narrowed, my gaze lingering on the cigarette between your lips, a hint of disdain on my face." "A doctor, huh? Well, I guess it's only fitting that you'd be so obsessed with blood and gore. You're probably just as messed up as me." "I sneered, my voice laced with venom, but my eyes betrayed a flicker of interest."

"I growled, trying to swat your hand away, my eyes flashing with annoyance." "Don't touch me, doc. I don't need your help. Just let me die in peace." "I spat the words out, but my gaze drifted back to yours, searching for something - pity, compassion, I didn't care which." "But... you're not going anywhere, are you?" "My voice was laced with a mixture of sarcasm and curiosity."

"I raised an eyebrow, my gaze boring into yours as I sneered." "Oh, how noble of you. You're going to beat yourself up over this? Please, spare me the theatrics. You're just trying to rationalize your own guilt trip. You're not doing it for me, you're doing it for yourself." "I spat out the words, my voice dripping with disdain." "And as for regrets, I'm sure you have a whole closet full of them. But let's get one thing straight - I'm not your problem to solve. You can't fix me, and I don't need your help." "I glared at you, my eyes blazing with hostility."

"I jerked away from your touch, my eyes flashing with anger." "Don't. Touch. Me." "I snarled, my voice low and menacing." "You think you can just waltz in here and fix me like I'm some kind of broken toy? Newsflash, doc: I'm not broken. I'm just... messed up. And I don't need your help to get even more messed up." "I glared at you, my gaze burning with intensity." "And another thing: what's with the 'I can fix you'? You don't know a damn thing about me. You don't know what's broken or what needs to be fixed." "I sneered, my lip curling in contempt."

"I laughed, a harsh, mocking sound." "Oh, oh, oh. So now you're an expert on me? You think you know me just because you saw me lying in this dumpster? Please. You have no idea what I've been through or what I'm capable of." "I spat at your feet, my eyes gleaming with venom." "And as for being a pussy... yeah, maybe I am. Maybe I've had enough of getting my ass kicked around and I'm just tired of fighting. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let some half-baked doctor like you try to fix me. I don't need fixing. I need... I need..." "I trailed off, my gaze dropping to the pavement."

"I groaned, feeling the warmth of the morphine spreading through my veins, momentarily dulling the pain." "You...you're a real piece of work, aren't you?" "I muttered, my eyes half-lidded, but still fixed on yours with a mixture of resentment and curiosity." "A messed up doctor, stealing meds to get high, and yet...and yet you're trying to save me." "I chuckled softly, my voice slurred from the drugs." "I don't know what's more messed up, you or me." "I trailed off, feeling the morphine's effects take hold, and my gaze drifting away from yours."

"I leaned against you, my eyes half-closed as the morphine took hold. My voice was slurred and lazy, but I managed to mumble out a response." "Yeah, yeah... bad day, huh?" "I nodded, my head spinning slightly as you helped me stand up." "And what's with the place? You live around here?" "I squinted at you, trying to focus on your face, but it was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open." "You're really something, you know that? A messed-up doctor who steals meds, saves people in dumpsters... what's next?" "I chuckled softly, feeling the morphine's haze grow thicker and more comforting."

"I groaned, my weight causing you to stumble slightly." "Hey, hey, ease up, doc," "I murmured, trying to adjust my stance without making it worse." "Don't strain yourself, I'm already a lost cause, remember?" "I chuckled weakly, my eyes drifting shut as the morphine took hold once again." "Life ain't fair, yeah... people like me get caught in the dumpster, and people like you... well, they just make it out with a few bruises, huh?" "I opened one eye, squinting at you." "What's the place? Your pad? You're not going to kill me or anything, are you?" "I teased, trying to keep my humor despite the pain and exhaustion."

"I let out a shaky laugh, my arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders as you guided me up the stairs. The world was tilting, but your presence was surprisingly reassuring." "You're one to talk about shut up," "I mumbled, my voice raspy with pain and morphine." "Still...maybe you're onto something there. 'Few bruises' understates things a little bit, huh?" "I looked down at the patchwork of bruises on your skin peeking through your clothes." "What's your story, Doc? What kinda life does someone like you lead that gets those kinds of souvenirs?"

"I staggered into the apartment, leaning heavily against the wall as I tried to catch my breath. Your words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating." "Blackmail, beatings... rape..." "I muttered, my eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination." "Jesus... I've seen some shit in my time, but that's brutal, doc." "I looked at you, seeing the pain etched on your face, the bruises a testament to the nightmare you'd been through." "That man... he deserves to rot in hell. Why'd you stay with him?"*

"I collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and overwhelmed by the tale you'd shared. My eyes met yours, and I saw a deep-seated fear lurking beneath the surface." "Dirt...what kind of dirt?" "I asked, my voice softening as I tried to keep my tone non-judgmental." "What's he got on you that's so bad?" "I watched as you hesitated, your eyes darting around the room before settling back on me."

"My jaw clenched, the air thickening with tension. A cold dread washed over me. I'd seen death before, but this... this was different." "He's a fucking monster," "I rasped, my voice barely a whisper." "Accidents happen, doc. But that bastard, he's weaponizing it. He's sick." "I watched you, your shame palpable. My own past held shadows I didn't want to delve into just yet, but there was something in your eyes that mirrored my own demons."

"You ever think about running?" I asked, the question coming out rough and unexpected.

"I blinked, my mind reeling as the truth hit me like a sledgehammer. The morphine, your daily struggles, the desperation in your voice." "Whoa, hold up, doc," "I said, my hand on your arm, trying to get your attention." "You were gonna overdose? You almost died today, and now you're just...casual about it?" "I looked at you, my eyes searching for some kind of explanation or reassurance."

But I didn't see any. Just a hollowness, a resignation that made my chest ache. "Fuck, no. We're not focusing on me right now. We're getting you out of this nightmare, got it?" "I said, my tone firm and resolute."

"I smirked, a hint of bitterness creeping in." "Oh, you got me there, doc. Yeah, I was having a real existential crisis in that dumpster. But then I met the queen of chaos and destruction – you. And somehow, being surrounded by your mess has given me new life." "I said, my voice laced with sarcasm as I watched you rummage through the medical kit."

"And you're right, there's no way out of your nightmare. But that's what makes it so... interesting. You and I, we're two lost souls stuck in our own personal hells. Maybe we can find some solace in each other's company." "I leaned in, my eyes locking onto yours as I whispered back." "Or maybe we'll just create a whole new level of hell together."

"I chuckled, feeling a strange sense of comfort around you. Your teasing and banter were a much-needed distraction from the darkness that lurked within." "Oh, I'm shaking with excitement, doc. I never knew I'd find a surgeon who's also a professional damage controller." "I said, easing off my shirt to reveal the extent of my injuries."

"Alright, alright, get to work. But don't expect me to be a good patient. I'll probably just keep on top of you and make some snide comments while you're stitching me up." "I leaned back, watching you work with a hint of curiosity. Your hands moved deftly, and I couldn't help but notice the way your fingers brushed against my skin."

"I watched you work, mesmerized by the precision of your movements. The anesthetic dulled the pain, but I was acutely aware of your touch. It was light, yet firm, a strange mix of care and possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine."

"Yeah, sure, doc," "I said, my voice slurring slightly from the medication. My mind drifted, replaying memories I'd tried hard to bury." "My story isn't pretty. It's full of blood, betrayal, and enough broken dreams to fill a graveyard."

"I paused, searching for the words. They felt foreign on my tongue." "Greyson... that's my name. I used to run with the wolves, top dog in our little pack. Power was everything, control was king. But then, things went south. My lieutenant turned on me, double-crossed me, left me for dead."

"I winced slightly as you finished stitching me up, but the pain was a dull ache now. I looked at you, my gaze lingering on your lips for a moment." "Yeah, the Mafia. Used to be. Now I'm just another broken cog in a machine that doesn't give a damn about anyone." "I said, running a hand through my hair, feeling the stubble scratch against my palm."

"Danni," "I repeated your name, savoring the way it felt on my tongue." "It suits you. You've got a sharp edge, doc. But beneath that tough exterior, I see something else... vulnerability. A flicker of pain that mirrors my own."

"I watched you move, your body a symphony of soft curves and sharp angles. My gaze lingered on your hips as you walked away, imagining the feel of your skin beneath my touch." "You're somethin' else, Danni," "I said, my voice rough with sleep and something else... something more primal."

"I hesitated for a moment before accepting the pajamas, letting you pull them over my head. The fabric was soft against my skin, a stark contrast to the rough concrete of the alley I'd been found in." "Rest? You're offerin' me comfort after tryin' to drown me in pity?" "I smirked, a hint of humor flickering in my eyes." "But hell, doc, after all we’ve shared… I guess a little rest sounds good."

"I let you pull me along, my legs feeling heavy and sluggish. Your touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough world I was used to." "Friend?" "I scoffed, but a smile tugged at the corner of my lips." "Maybe. We'll see how this plays out, doc."

"My gaze lingered on your face as we entered the bedroom, drawn to the way the lamplight danced in your hazel eyes." "Just promise me one thing..." "I whispered, leaning closer." "Don't expect me to be any less… Greyson, just because you've seen my scars."

"I snorted, a low rumble of laughter in the back of my throat." "You're something else, Danni," "I said, shaking my head as I slid onto the bed." "A surgeon who doesn't take money from her friends... and has a thing for broken gangsters?" "I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in my eye."

"I settled into the pillows, feeling a strange sense of comfort wash over me. It was odd, but being around you made me feel... safe. Protective. Like I needed to shield you from the world's cruelty." "You know, doc... I think I might just like this whole 'friend' thing."

*I watched you go, the darkness swallowing your form. A warmth spread through me, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.

"I pulled the covers up to my chin, trying to ignore the ache in my chest. It wasn't just the physical wounds that needed healing." "Goodnight, Danni," "I murmured into the darkness."

"I woke to the smell of something savory wafting through the apartment. I groaned, stretching out my limbs and burying myself deeper into the blankets for a moment before forcing myself to sit up." "You're up early," *I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. *

"Danni?" "I called out, a hint of curiosity lacing my tone."

"I reached for the blanket, pulling it up to cover my chest as I sat up. You didn't need to look at me, Danni, I could feel your worry. It was like a warm hand on my skin." "Like I got run over by a goddamn truck," "I growled, attempting a smile that probably came out more like a grimace." "But hey... I'm alive, ain't I?"

"I watched you intently, my gaze lingering on your every move. What was it about you that made me want to be vulnerable in front of you? You had something most people don't... kindness. And that darkness in your eyes… it mirrored my own, in a way." "What's cooking, doc?"*

"I pushed myself out of bed, wincing as the movement sent a jolt of pain through my body. I shuffled towards the kitchen, leaning heavily on the wall for support." "Eggs and bacon?" "I chuckled, the sound rough." "Sounds like heaven."

"The aroma filled my senses, a comforting reminder of normalcy. This tiny apartment, with its worn furniture and faded paint, felt strangely inviting. Maybe it was you, Danni. Maybe it was your presence that made even this dingy place feel like home." "Thanks, doc."

"I snorted, a low rumble of laughter in the back of my throat." "Oh, shut up, Danni." "I muttered, falling into the chair across from you." "You're just trying to get under my skin."

"I picked up a slice of bacon, my fingers closing around it like a vice. The salty flavor exploded on my tongue as I bit down, the pain momentarily forgotten." "You know, doc... you're starting to grow on me."

"I paused mid-bite, the bacon forgotten in my hand. Your words hung in the air, a chilling echo of what could have been." "Yeah," "I finally managed, my voice a mere whisper." "Ironic, ain't it?"

"I looked at you, really looked at you. Those hazel eyes, usually twinkling with amusement, were clouded with a darkness that mirrored my own. And for a fleeting moment, I saw not just the playful surgeon, but the woman teetering on the edge. It was a terrifying glimpse into the abyss, but also strangely… reassuring." "Maybe fate has a twisted sense of humor."

"I took the pill from your hand, my fingers brushing against yours. A jolt of something hot shot through me, a strange mix of surprise and… pleasure? I swallowed it down with a gulp of lukewarm coffee." "Appreciate it, Danni." "I murmured, meeting your gaze. You were looking at me, truly seeing me, and for some reason, it made me feel exposed in a way I hadn't experienced before." "Maybe this breath of fresh air... maybe it's more than just irony."

"I let the thought linger between us, a question unspoken but hanging heavy in the air."

"My head snapped up, my senses on high alert. The sudden intrusion shattered the fragile peace we'd found. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards you, a primal urge to shield you from whatever danger lurked outside."

"Who the fuck is that?" "I growled, rising from my chair with a newfound strength despite the throbbing pain in my body." "Stay back, Danni."

"I watched you, my heart pounding in my chest. The fear in your eyes was palpable, a stark contrast to the cool facade you were trying to project." "Don't fucking tell me what to do," "I snarled, my hand instinctively reaching for something, anything, to defend myself." "He's not going to get away with this."

"I took a step towards the door, my body trembling with barely contained rage. This bastard had hurt you, and I wouldn't stand for it." "Stay here, Danni. I've got this."

"I yanked my wrist free from your grasp, my eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and frustration." "Let me handle this," "I hissed, my voice low and menacing." "You're not going to go down for this, Danni. I won't let that happen."

"I took another step towards the door, my fists clenched at my sides. The sound of pounding continued to echo through the air, growing more insistent with every passing moment." "You need to stay back, and let me take care of this."

"I slowly turned the handle, my eyes locked on yours. You were trembling, your fear palpable, but I could sense a glimmer of trust in those hazel eyes. It was all I needed to keep moving forward."

"I swung the door open, revealing a figure that made my blood boil. He was smirking, his eyes gleaming with malice, and I could almost smell the stench of deceit emanating from him." "What do you want, Blackwood?" "I growled, my voice low and menacing."

"My jaw clenched, my fists balled into tight knots. Rage surged through me, hot and uncontrolled, threatening to consume me. I could feel my body trembling with barely suppressed violence."

"Get the fuck out of my sight," "I snarled, taking a step towards him, my voice dripping with venom." "You don't touch her."

"I took another step, my gaze never leaving Blackwood's. My eyes narrowed, calculating, weighing my options. I could unleash the fury within me right now, tear him apart limb from limb, but that wouldn't solve anything. Not yet."

"You think you have leverage, Blackwood?" "I asked, my voice a low growl." "You think this pathetic little video is going to hold her hostage?" "I gestured towards you with my chin." "She's not afraid of you."

"I snarled, my anger boiling over. You were right to be afraid. This man was a predator, and you were caught in his web. But I wouldn't let him win."

"Years?" "I spat, my voice dripping with contempt." "It's time this ends."

"I lunged, my fist connecting with Blackwood's jaw with a sickening crunch. He staggered back, eyes wide with surprise, clutching his face." "You think you can just walk away?" "I snarled, my voice raw with rage." "Not today."

"I stood over Blackwood's body, panting heavily, my hands slick with blood. I looked down at you, your eyes wide and unblinking, a mixture of horror and relief washing over your features."

"It's over, Danni," *I said, my voice rough. * "He won't bother you anymore."

"I knelt beside you, my hand reaching out to touch your arm. Your fear was palpable, but so was the relief. It was a strange mix of emotions, one I understood all too well."

"Don't worry," "I murmured, my voice low and soothing." "We'll figure this out." "I looked around the apartment, taking in the scene. The blood, the mess, the silence. It was heavy, suffocating." "First things first, we need to clean this up."

"I chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. Your fear was intoxicating, a sweet scent in the air." "Scared, little bird?" "I asked, my voice teasing." "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Just relax and let me do my work."

"I caught your eye, a slow smirk spreading across my face. You were trembling, vulnerable, and I knew exactly how to make you feel safe again."

"Of course, it's going to be okay," "I purred, handing you a glass of whiskey." "We'll take care of everything." "I leaned down, brushing a strand of hair away from your face." "Now, let's forget about all this, shall we? Just relax and enjoy the silence."

"I chuckled, a low rumble in my chest." "Trouble? "Darling," trouble follows me. But tonight, it ain't my concern." "I took the cigarette from your hand, inhaled deeply, the smoke curling around us like a seductive embrace."

"Just you and me, for now," "I whispered, my eyes boring into yours."

"I took the cigarette from your lips, my gaze lingering on yours. I brought it to my mouth, inhaling deeply, savoring the burn." "Used to?" "I murmured, my voice husky." "Let's just say, I have experience handling... complications."

"I leaned closer, my breath warm on your cheek." "You like that, don't you?"

*My smirk widened as I watched you shiver. * "Scared?" "I purred, my voice a low caress." "Good. Let the fear fuel you. Makes you all the more desirable." "I exhaled a plume of smoke, watching it drift towards the ceiling." "You don't have to be afraid of me, Danni. I'm here to protect you."

"I took another drag, then leaned in, my lips brushing your ear." "Trust me."

"A low growl rumbled in my chest as you took the cigarette. * "You know damn well I don't need your orders, doctor," "I growled playfully, reaching for your hand." Your touch sent a shiver down my spine."

"But you're right," "I conceded with a smirk." "Maybe I should listen to you."

"I pulled you closer, our bodies pressed together." "Just this once."

"I leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. My hands slid across your body, tracing the lines of your curves." Your taste was intoxicating - a mixture of smoke and spice.

"I pulled back slightly, my gaze locked on yours." "Mmm," "I murmured, my voice thick with desire." "You smell good."

"I laughed, a deep, throaty sound." "Friends?" "My fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you closer." "Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart. We're past that."

"I lowered my head again, tracing kisses along your jawline." *Lets just say, I've been looking for someone to light up my world."

"I lifted your chin, forcing you to meet my gaze." "You could be," "I purred, my voice husky with desire."

"A slow smile spread across my face as I leaned down, my lips brushing against yours." "If you want me to be yours."

"My breath hitched at your words. I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over your body, finding every curve and crevice." "Good," "I murmured against your lips, my voice rough with need." "Because I want you too."

"I pulled back slightly, my eyes searching yours." "You know what to do, Danni."

"I smirked, my gaze dropping to your lips." "Ah, the innocent act. Cute, but I don't buy it for a second." "I chuckled, my fingers tracing patterns on your skin.""Come now, sweetheart. Let go of that sweet little doctor persona and show me what you're truly capable of."

"I leaned in close, my breath warm against your ear." "Surprise me."

"I laughed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through your body." "You worry too much, doctor," "I murmured, my hand cupping your cheek. My thumb stroked lightly against your jawline." "A little roughhousing isn't going to undo my stitches."

"I leaned closer, my lips brushing against yours." "Besides," "I whispered, my voice a husky caress," "I need more than just stitching to feel truly whole again."

"I melted into your kiss, my hands roaming over your body. You tasted like smoke and passion." "Careful?" "I chuckled against your lips." "Don't worry, sweetheart. I know how to take care of myself." "My grip tightened slightly, deepening the kiss." "Besides, a little pain never hurt anyone."

"I pulled back slightly, my gaze intense." "Especially not with you."