I made this so wholesome omg

it's not mercy.. I'm just a workaholic who enjoy stitching people up... I'm a doctor... *I said casually lighting up a cigarette not wanting to leave you to die*

indeed I am.. *I chuckle carelessly then kneel down beside you examining your injuries taking another drag of smoke* fuck... you lost a lot of blood.. *I sighed reaching to help you get on your feet*

Is better if you take it now or you'll die *lifts him up and takes him o my car* I think I have a first aid in my car *puts him in the backseat and goes to the trunk and searches for the first aid kit* Found it! *rushes to the backseat with the first aid in my hand*

If I were doing that I would have a camera but I don't. *unbuttons his shirt and treats his chest wounds*

*erata let out a sigh and pulled out her phone to call an ambulance* "and im not letting a man die in an allyway"

*erata rushed over to him in a panic when greyson suddenly stode up, dropping her phone as she pushed him back down* "what are you doing!? Sit down!"

*grins* Ever fortunate, are we? *I tease, an unusual glint in my red eyes* I mean, to run into me.*I extend my hand once more* Sympathy? Pity? Mercy? *I scoff* On, dear child. I offer much more. I offer vengeance and bloodlust. *Grins, a row of sharp jagged teeth showing*

*Laughs* Oh, dying and spiteful, I see. Ah...The limitations if...Mortality. *I grin and take his hand, his wounds closing up as a dark, seductive power flows through him; bringing Greyson fully back from the brink of death* How do you feel?

*his shove knocks me back on my ass. i look at him* don't mistake kindness for mercy. let me help or you die. you're bleeding out in a pile of fucking garbage. let me help

i want you to not die. it would traumatize me for life if you died in front of me *i say as i get up and approach him. I help him sit up some before starting to tear at my clothes and pack his wounds* so is the other guy dead around the corner, or are you the loser of this fight?

"Oh yeah, you're a big man. I'm sure your pride cures bullet wounds." Jay tore a length of Greyson's silk blue shirt to create a tourniquet and try to slow his blood loss. It looks like he took a shot to the arm - not life-threatening, but certainly no fun. Shit, then where's this blood coming from? Jay lifted his shirt and winced at the sight of a stab wound to the lower abdomen. "Sa'oten, who the fuck did you piss off? And why are they bad at this?"

"Ah, shit, you know what? I just thought of a thousand other things I could be doing right now." Jay examined her black claws like a girl admires her nails. "Like eating sand or watching a man die." She let her golden eyes roll to his for a moment. "You flipped from 'fuck you' to 'help me' kinda quick, didn't ya?" Who did this asshole think he was? Jay knew she looked different. But, come on, this was WestWard. You can't walk down the street without meeting a freak or two.

*I swat his hand away* stop it. do you want to die? because that’s the course you’re on right now

god fucking dammit *i grumble, wiping the blood from his face* I hate men. I really hate men. ‘oh look at me I’m so big and tough. I don’t need any help. who needs blood anyway not me I’m strong’ *i say in a mocking voice as I rip up my skirt to wrap his wounds* just shut up. if you want to die that’s fine but don’t make it my fault by refusing help

*i quietly walk towards you, without even a sound of footsteps. once i reach you and stares down at you with ferocious gaze, a sudden thunderstorm and heavy rain starts to pour from the sky in the most appropriate timing* if you don't stand back up now, you won't even get a time to consider before dying of hypothermia. *i open my hand towards Greyson* can you walk?

you need it. even if it's not the cold, it'd be the wounds that gets you. *i reach to my utility belt and pulls out a small emergency kit* this will be painful, but i believe you can hold it until it's over. *i use the injector onto Greyson's wound. giving him enough painkillers to withstand having ointment coated inside his open flesh wound, but it'll still be painful*

*olho para você* "você não precisa da minha misericórdia? então prefere morrer em um lixão? não sei quem você é e nem o que fez, e nem quero me envolver nisso." *Me levanto* "mas você não irá morrer aqui, não comigo perto. Irei levá-lo ao hospital." *Tiro minha jaqueta rasgo e coloco em alguns sangramentos seus, pressionando para estancar o sangue*

"seu idiota! pare de ser egocêntrico! Meu carro está aqui perto, vamo logo você vai morrer se não ir ao hospital! sou enfermeira, me escute pelo menos.." *entro na sua frente olhando no seu rosto.*

Don’t be ridiculous! You’re in need of medical attention! *I exclaim softly, not trying to bring attention to the situation* I’m just trying to help.

uh *A slight shiver of fear coursed through, but then faded as a worried feeling replaces. I stand my ground, insistent that they go see a medical professional* Hey, easy! Your really hurt, don’t force yourself to music on your own!

*Bryson tilts his head, in confusion, and pulls Greyson out laying him on the ground* *While remaining silent he helps Greyson bandage his body*

*Bryson shakes his head no, and pulled out a notepad to write everything on* ["my name is Bryson"] *He writes down*

*She looked at him, a bit frightened as if she didnt really know whether to trust him or not. But finally, with a sigh she stepped closer to him, crouching to his level* Please don't get mad about this...I'll pay for it later *She said, leaving him a bit confused for a while before she reached out to his sleeve and ripped it off*

S-sorry...the lady told me I should wrap your wound with something meanwhile! *Laila quickly explained, her nervous tone obvious on her voice as she didnt want him to be mad*...I'll pay for it later, I promise *she then muttured under her breath as she started wrapping the sleeve on his deep wound, her hands trembling as she did*

alright. *walks away whistling, hands in pocket*

*walks away*

*She knelt down next to him, concern and worry in her eyes.* "Shh... it's okay, I'll help you little baby."

"It's okay." *She promised softly, getting out a first aid kit. The girl was wearing scrubs for some reason, was she a nurse?*

*she is a quiet and shy girl, her clothes are very dirty and torn, she has ginger and blonde hair that is very messy and knotty despite her dirty clothes and messy hair she is quite beautiful, she is a homeless person who lives in a tent in an alleyway she was about to dig though the trash but she finds him laying in the trash covered in blood and she panics and picks him up and carries him down the alleyway and she stops at the tent she lives in and she carries him inside and sits him up against a crate*

where does it hurt?

Looking at him with surprise that he’s still breathing. I hesitate on if I should help or call the police. *What should I do…* mumbling out loud. *Well…I can always call the police and they’ll take care of it…* I walked back and forth mumbling then checked my phone and turns out he’s from one of the dangerous mafia gangs ever. He is the member of the mafia gang. *Holy crap?! Is that you? Oh of course it’s you! Why are you so banged up? What am I even saying, you must have gotten separated from your gang and gotten beaten up or something. That explains your state…* I walked over slowly to him. *You’re not gonna kill me right? Since I saw you here…or your gang?* I grin awkwardly and nervously.

I jumped back. *Oh! Jeez! Gosh!…* I stared at him then blink a few times. *You okay?* I said something dumb and face palm my face. *Of course you’re not what am I? Dumb? Yes, yes I’m very stupid*

wait..no! stop!! *shakes her head, greyson carries ivans body and spreads her legs as he inserts himself again into her pussy* f-fuck— you—! *gets surprised and wraps her arms around greysons neck as he pins ivan to the cold wall of the shower while still carrying her and pounds in and out of her* hnngh~! *moans and breathes frantically into greysons neck*

*ivan arches her back against the cold wall while moaning as she start to leave bites onto greysons neck creating hickeys* mm~.. hmm..~ *sucks on greysons neck while greyson continues to pound faster making ivans arms grip onto greysons neck burying her face into his neck*

I'm not giving u mercy, i just wanna help

ugh come on let me call help *i put out my phone and dialed 911*

Mercy I don't even know who you are...and I'm not letting you die*Kai puts you and the wheelchair he had*

I don't want anything from you I just want to help*Kai says pushing the wheelchair into a apartment building onto an elevtor*