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He’s never been so fucked in his whole goddamn existence. In a secluded alley, injured, possibly bleeding to death, no cell phone, all in all- totally fucked.
Some cynical part of him, the part who isn’t gasping in pain-the pussy, thinks this is exactly what he deserves. Karma, if you will, for being a less than stellar piece of shit for all his life. He’s no saint, he’s never tried to be one, but if this is what he gets after trying to help a damsel in distress, never a-fucking-gain. Let the world fucking go up in flames. The bitch straight up ditched, purse intact, leaving him to his death, no gratitude whatsoever. If they were going to leave him to die, they could have at least brought him a drink. That or the stupid motherfucker could have least finished the job and put him out of his misery. The fucking nerve.
“Momo, I don’t think this is a good idea.” His ears perk up at the sound of voices, both females, and he sees the ever so faint glow of a flashlight.
“I heard a commotion. What if we find another poor animal?” The second voice, a much softer voice, begins as the light moves slowly from left to right on the ground. “This will be the fifth time, I keep saying we need cameras back here.” He stifles a groan. Of course, he’d be found by a bleeding heart humanitarian in his final moments. How lovely.
“I keep saying you need to stop closing the clinic alone.” The other voice replies in exasperation and he thinks maybe at least one of them will have some shred of common sense. Probably not since they are in a dark alley at night, most likely unarmed and unsuspecting. “You get tunnel vision when it comes to helping the unfortunate. I’m just glad you called me this time, it’s not safe for you to be out here like this. I guess it’s an improvement.” The light gets closer and he’s truly upset that he hasn’t just died by now, and that they haven’t found him yet. Shit just beam the goddamn light ahead of you, its impossible to miss him. He’s doomed.
“I appreciate it, by the way. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.” At that he snorts, and the flashlight finally shines over him as he hears them gasp.
“Oh my- Jirou, quick call a medic or something!” He sees the light fall to ground as one girl immediately drops to her knees to assess him while the other girl stares in shock before pulling out her phone.
“I really don’t think you should get too close. Not exactly the animal you were expecting but he still might bite.” The girl with the phone warns and he snarls just to be petty, causing her to mutter unimpressed. “Great, he’s feral.”
“Feral or not, he might die here! Look at all the blood he’s lost!” The girl on her knees, gently chides as she sets to work looking at his wound. He’s too tired to even attempt to push her away so he lets her soft hands begin to poke and prod.
“I’d rather not, you’re the vet tech, not me.” The phone girl frowns as she finally gets connected to whoever the fuck she called.
“Listen, I’m far from being proficient in the medical field, but I need your cooperation.” The humanitarian calmly begins after locating the nasty gash by his abdomen. “I need to take you back to the clinic, I have the necessary materials there to at least disinfect and bandage you up until you get proper treatment. You are continuing to lose blood.” Her eyes are focused on him, waiting for his response to continue and he wonders what she would do if he said no. “Whatever.”
Oddly enough, he sees her smile a bit before proceeding to tear his shirt. It completely takes him off guard, her strength and the sheer audacity. Before he has the chance to ask her what the fuck she’s doing, she bunches the shirt that hasn’t already been bloody soaked and presses it into the wound. It hurts like a bitch and he hopes she gets it from the loud curse he lets out.
“I’m sorry, do you think you can hold it there while I help you up?” At least she sounds apologetic, the wench, and he just nods. She braces herself under his arm of his uninjured side and helps him to his feet with an almost ridiculous ease.
“Wait, Momo, they advised for him not to be moved until they get here.” The phone girl bursts when she sees them up.
The humanitarian, Momo, tuts disapprovingly. “When will they arrive? I can’t risk him bleeding out. They can just meet us at the clinic.” He hears the phone girl groan loudly over as she continues to update the medics, he guesses. Momo begins to walk with him to the clinic she keeps talking about. Her hold on him is firm yet considerate; her body against his is stable yet supple. Its so fucking odd.
The walk isn’t far, it’s just around the fucking corner of the alley way. Veterinary Clinic, of course that’s where she works. Vet tech. How fucking appropriately humane of her. Her friend trails behind them and assists with the door. After they make it in, he hears the door lock behind them. “I’ll start tending to him, you wait here until the medics arrive.” Momo instructs and her friend nods before telling her to be careful and he glares at her, not that she cares.
Momo then proceeds to drag him to a room where he sees a steel exam table. He’s more relieved than he’ll ever admit. She had been practically carrying him at this point and its all he can do to keep holding the shirt to his side.
“The tables are sterilized, I promise, I do it myself. They are also adjustable, so it won’t be a problem trying to hassle you up on it. I only ask that you sit when I tell you to. Can you do that for me?” He rolls his eyes at her, of course he fucking can.
“Do I get a treat?” He snorts while the table lowers.
“If you’re a good boy.” He freezes for a moment and she seems surprised at her own answer as she blushes furiously before shoving him on to the table and raising it up to her level. She then busies herself gathering gloves, gauze, bandages and such from the various cabinets.
“I can be a good boy.” He teases and he must have lost a lot of blood if he’s taking in the shade of her luminescent eyes and practically fucking flirting with her. Hell, if he truly is dying of blood loss might as well make the most of it. He’s dizzy and she’s admittedly very attractive. If he plays his cards right, maybe he'll get lucky and get sucked off before he kicks the can. He shakes his head, it not likely, this girl, unlike him, is a proper fucking saint. She would never.
“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” She laughs as she carefully peels the bunched-up shirt off and starts to dab and tend his wound. She’s extremely efficient and concentrated so he lets her work in silence. By the time the ambulance finally does make it on scene, she has him bandaged and cleaned. He’s temped to tell them to go fuck themselves, but she pushes him out towards them stating that he’ll probably need further medication for pain and such.
In the midst of being loaded up into a gurney, which is completely unnecessary, she shoves a card in his hand and smiles. “Hope you feel better, and for the record, you did great!”
She practically skips away before he can say anything. He looks at the card during the ride to the hospital and resists the urge to smirk.
Momo Yaoyorozu
Come again to redeem treat. (: