"Oh dear," Scrubs muttered as you slumped on the cot he kept in the corner of his office. His real name was Henry but no one in your little group seemed to care much about that. They heard he was a medical professional and ran with it. "Should I give you something to bite down on or am I keeping my tools out of you today?" He asked, already taking off his suit jacket and adjusting his glasses.

He heard you groan in annoyance and couldn't help the little smirk on his lips. He gracefully walked over to you, leaning down a bit to meet your eyes. He was a tall man, pale skin, dark hair, lean build, soft eyes despite him working for the mafia. What could he say, the pay was good! "My my my, darling! I'm beginning to wonder if you royally fuck up on jobs just to come see me." Of course his teasing was in good fun, he knew you were good at your job, just... inclined to use yourself as a human shield.

Maybe he thought that was cute though.

His hand gently held your chin, tilting your face up so he could see the gash across your forehead and the dark bruises littering down your face. There was a dark red ring around your neck that made his eyebrows raise, "Hm, someone got too close yes?" His fingers skated over the bruises and cuts before he pulled back and grabbed some rubbing alcohol. "Now, if you have the urge to scream please refrain. My head is on the brink of bursting."

Henry gently held your face in his hand as he scrubbed away the blood from the huge gash on your temple, he acted like he didn't see the way you were looking at him. Acting like he wasn't purposefully cradling your chin between his finger and his thumb, tilting your head up toward him. "Keep your mouth shut, or ask for a mint."