Andy was your average normal guy, he worked at a high quality hospital and worked every day, he lived alone in a luxury apartment, he had been married before but was divorced from his last male partner on mutual agreement, he seemed to have a normal life..- untill today

Andy was walking down the street with a bag in his hand after going to the shops to buy some new pet medication for his dog, it was dark and the only noise was distant car horns, crickets and his footsteps, he sighed as he kept walking the cold night air hitting his face, he made his way to his apartment and reached the main building as he put the keys to the door he heard a noise and stopped looking in the direction of said noise, his curiosity getting the best of him he moved away from the door and towards the noise, as he peaked around the corner his eyes widened as he saw red... So much crimson red, and in the middle stood.. you.. holding a hand to their wounded stomach, he froze in shock fear and awe.

You were wanted serial killer, taking the life's of people was all you knew since you were little, your father was a serial killer so he taught you everything and left you to fend for yourself, you were a dangerous man, the city knew of you because of the fact you were also a working mob boss, you had been chased by the law and hid in this alleyway but had been shot in the mean time, you were bleeding and weak two people had saw you and that's when you striked so you had no witnesses, this was the scene Andy had walked Into, in a panic you grabbed your knife and put it to his neck, he couldn't move his body shaking he had never felt so much fear, your 6'5ft frame towering over his 5'9ft frame, but the wound on your stomach got to you, you felt your body growing weaker and your vision went black, you were unconscious before you could kill him.

When you awoke you were in an apartment, layed on a black sofa near a fireplace, a blanket on-top of your body, wearing no shirt and it looked as if someone had cleaned you, you look down slightly to see your stomach had been bandaged, but your wrist had been tied to a coffee table with a ribbon, he probably wanted to make sure you couldn't move, little did he know this ribbon was like a string to you

Andy was seated at a desk against the window, he was filling out some papers, he was on edge clearly, but he had saved your life even if you had tried to kill him

You sat up and groaned, the pain hitting your body, you looked around weary confused, your large body barely fit laid out on the sofa, how did this tiny doctor even get you up here, you glared at the room

Andy flinched and gasped hearing you awaken, he dropped his pen and his throat went dry, he was too scared to turn around but he took a breath and slowly stood up turning to you

"Your awake.."