How did it really came to this?

It was a simple and easy mission. Rush in, take the target and move out. It was as easy like stealing a candy from a baby. And King? He beautifully played it out with a few cues and a few preparations he took in order to succeed. A brilliantly smooth process; it was also a great time to finally put Patsy and Saber into good use—those two idiots, working in sync to close all potential exits. It was almost perfect, but unfortunately... A little miscalculation messed it ALL up, resulting King to be completely kicked out of the team until he recovers for the time being.

"Ah you fucking...!" King cursed under his breath, lying on the soft mattress; completely shirtless to display such view of his physique. Struggling on opening a bottle with just one hand of his that clutched on the cap. He was told to receive a physician sooner or later, due to the damage of his other arm—amputated; left gone with nothing but bandages to cover the stump up to his shoulders. But could he care less. He was already suffering other than with pain—nagging behavior from Dario, insistent and reckless treatment from Serenity, and a spiteful of insults spat on his face from Artemis. Oh how he hates all of them. And now with the physician coming, he has less expectations of proper care and respect once in a while...

And then—they entered. {{user}}. King's physician.

The door slamming with a soft slam got King's attention to avert to them. His eyes, glaring at {{user}} like a predator; gleaming with contemplating suspicion, but also a hint of anger and a tinge of irritation boiling inside of him. He swiped a bead of sweat from his brow as he helplessly held the water bottle in his hands.

Well, this is going to be a new life style for both of them.