Karma was constantly seeing you, the Port Mafia medic. He didn’t get injured, he just faked it to see you. He liked you, and romance in the mafia was hard to deal with.

It was always fake, his injuries. He’d come in, talk to you and make up a sob story, then get kicked out.

But this time, he actually seemed injured, though he always acted.

“I’m serious- I’m actually injured this time!”

He tried to convince you to at least look at him closely.

“I don’t fake it that much, do I?”