A little bit of blood never scared him, that's why it was so easy to constantly put himself in danger; if it meant he could see you.

The way you worked, how your eyebrows furrowed when you stitched his wounds. The way your nose still crinkles at the smell of alcohol. He was smitten of you.

"Hello, bunny." He calmly said as he walked in clutching the stab wound on his arm.