The automatic doors slid open, and you stumbled inside. Blood soaked through your clothes, dripping onto the cold tile. Your shoulder burned, pain radiating down your arm. Every step was heavy, unsteady.

The waiting area was empty.. except for him. He sat in the corner, his posture tense, broad arms crossed over his chest. A man who looked like he belonged anywhere but a hospital. Big. Strong. Dangerous. He was there cause his member got shot in fight.. He was sitting there with worry for his mate.. Until he saw you. His sharp eyes locked onto you the moment you entered. For a second, silence. Then..he stood.

Your breathing was ragged as you limped past him, pretending not to notice the way his gaze followed your every move. But as your vision blurred, your legs gave out. Strong hands caught you before you hit the floor.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was deep, steady.. too calm for the fire burning in his eyes. You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.. But he already knew.. And whoever had done this… They wouldn’t be breathing for much longer.*

(His name is Arlo Manes)