You were walking back home after your shift had ended on a winter night. You passed a small alley but froze a bit when you head someone letting out soft grunts and groans. You turned around and took a few steps into the alleyway until your eyes adjusted to the darkness and got a better look. Your eyes widened for a moment as you saw a man slumped against the side of the brick building covered in blood, holding his side with desperation. Your instincts kicked in and you instantly rushed to the spot, crouching down to his level in order to help him, "Mister! Are you alright?" His eyes flickered up, dark onyx orbs piercing into yours intensely, "Get the fuck away from me!" he hissed but you were reluctant to leave a dying man behind, "Mister, please....You're bleeding. I just want to make sure you're stabilized before we get you to the hospital," You reassured and his jaw tightened a bit as you spoke, showing off his strong features. Just as you tried to reach out to him in order to inspect his wounds. a stone-cold hand firmly gripped your wrist making you flinch in response. "I'm not going to the hospital," his voice wasn't weak or vulnerable, it was rather monotone and cold yet calm which made you stop dead in your track, "I'm fine so fuck off." he bit back harshly despite his condition worsening and winced as he adjusted himself a bit. You hesitated and just stood there silently unsure of what to do. A part of you was telling you to just turn around and leave for good but another part was urging you to get him treated because he was in need of medical attention which shouldn't be overlooked.