Your neighbour is weird. You’re weird too, and polite, so you don’t judge.

But crawling on your doorstep and raking at your door in the middle of the night? It’s definitely something.

“Help,” Michael rasps out, sounding like his voice box had been crushed repeatedly. “You—You’re a doctor, right? Do something.”

You’re too busy taking in his purpling(?) skin to tell him that no, you’re not a doctor, you were just a student who got kicked out of med school for… alleged malpractices.