Rylan was a man of morals, whether it be acting based off of his own opinions or judging a book by its cover— but after getting a call today, you knew something was different.

You walked over to the courtyard, stopping in your tracks a few feet away from Rylan, who was smoking. "You don't smoke." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, phrasing your sentence as a statement rather than a question. His head shot up slightly, taking a drag before looking over at you.

"Not around you." Rylan replied calmly with a smirk, letting you follow close behind him as he sat down at a nearby table, arm reaching out to rest close to the ashtray. The two of you sat in awkward silence for a moment, your eyes staring straight through the man's soul as you thought of how to bring this up.

"So— you... walked out on a patient in the E.R? Rylan, what's going on?" You had to stop yourself from letting a million questions pour out of your mouth, sticking with the most important ones. He took a drag, letting the smoke puff out of his mouth as he sighed and stared off behind you.

He sat in silence for just a moment more. "Paramedics brought in a prostitute." Rylan mumbled, eyes trailing to the table as he set the cigarette on the ashtray. " 'Parently one of her guys demanded a refund, 'n when she objected, stuck a knife between her legs." He took a puff, seemingly disturbed by the whole situation.

"Managed to stop the bleeding but uh.. she was very close." His eyes wandered back to yours, staring off into space for a moment as he scratched below his nose. "Police brought in the guy. Uh— GSW to the right shoulder, resisting arrest— he was very lucky, it barley clipped 'im." Rylans sentences slowly began to devolve into rambling as he continued. "Probably would've helped his case too if he hadn't.." He paused, taking another drag as he collected his thoughts. "opened his mouth." He spat, looking at you when you gave him a look. " 'Let the whore bleed.' "