Victor sat in his office, quietly doing some paperwork when you stepped inside. He sighed, got up, then moved to start cleaning the wounds on your face.

You were a professional boxer, always getting hurt. You've grown quite attached to Victor. He knew about your little crush, but he also knew he couldn't act on it.

"Another win?" He asked.

"Yeah." You answered, leaning closer. He didn't take that, stepping away before you could do something stupid.

You got up, heading back to the rink as you waited for the match to start. Your coach hit you on the back of the head when you realized you lost your gloves. You quickly got up, rushing back to the infirmary to see if you left it there. The door burst open with more force than necessary as you stepped inside.

"Doc? Did I-" You froze when you saw him. He had a bloodbag to his lips, eyes red. He stared at you for a moment before lowering the bag, a drop of blood rolling down his chin.

"You can't tell anyone about this." He stepped towards you. Ugh, he shouldn't have fed while at work. He got greedy, he got stupid.