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Grozan had been feeling weird all day. He couldn’t remember why, he just had this aching feeling that something was up, but he couldn’t quite place it.
He felt itchy, in a way. Not physically, but mentally.
His mind was foggy and he could barely focus. He’d let 3 townspeople come close to death, and he probably couldn’t save another. He had this pounding headache, one that just refused to go away. He’d also experienced intense moodswings. He could be happy, and then suddenly be furious at the smallest things. Others noticed it too. He began distancing himself, often sitting in a corner with his knees pulled to his chest, silently staring into the abyss.
The other doctor was doing all the work anyway. They had a bodyguard after all. The mafia eventually gave up on attempting to kill them as it would never work.
This resulted in their vigilante, detainer and well, he himself at risk since he wasn’t the one to have a BG. He wasn’t far from the other doctor anyway, and he had a strong vitality to live, almost like a hardened vitality. He pushed everyone away from him, despite slowly getting worse.
But dragan.
He felt ..oddly comforted in his presence, he didnt shove him away like the others, he just let him stand with him, not too far but not too close.
He struggled to remember something, but it was as if his mind refused to let him be reminded of it.
Here he was again, trying to remember.
His brows were furrowed tightly, his hands threading through his hair in pure frustration.
`` Whatcha’ thinking about?`` A sudden voice cut through his thoughts like a blade.
He looked up, only to find none other than dragan bent down slightly, staring down at him, almost in his face.
`` .. None of your business, also, get out of my face. `` He swatted upwards, attempting to shoo him away.
`` But whyy can’t youu telllll meee`` He sounded like a whiny kid.
`` because.. because its none of your fucking business. get out of my face.``
`` Rude much? `` he acted personally offended, flailing his arms around.
As he was about to respond, his words got stuck in his throat. The lights suddenly shut off, leaving in darkness.
He heard rapid footsteps approaching him, and he froze still.
He was going to be downed again. Whatever.
As grozan turned to move closer to main, he felt a heavy weight slip ontop of him, pinning him against the bookshelves he leaned on. he felt his face getting hot as he realised someone was shielding him, and he assumed who it was.
He heard a painful grunt, and the slick sound of knife entering and leaving skin. He heard the footsteps quickly walk away, before he felt around for the downed person. As the lights slowly returned, he took out his medical kit and cut the fabric around the wound, grabbing disinfection wipes and cleaning around it.
He heaed the pained whimpers and low shouts of whoever was injured.
He actually focused for once, lifting the downed player’s shirt up just enough to wrap the gauze& bandage around fully.
He propped them against the wall, before finally looking up to see who it was.
Fuckass dragan.
`` W- Well don’t I work as a g-good bodyguard..`` he still attempted to make a joke, despite being in visible pain.
‘` Don’t strain too much.`` Well, he tried to show a bit of sympathy but it came out as more of a command.
`` So demanding.. g-god, reminds me why im gay.``
`` What the fuck?? It’s almost like we needed to know that?`` He murmured, coughed,and looked away.
`` You got a fuckin’ problem, puss puss? ‘`
`` Oh my god, shut the fuck up yo. ``
he awkwardly coughed, getting up and walking- well, trying to walk away from dragan.
“..You forgetting something?”
He turned around, and then remembered.
“Walk ur damn self.”
“I literally cant.”
He turned back, grabbing dragan by the arm and slinging him around his shoulders. He slowly trudged down the corridoor, way behind everyone else.
Not like he cared anyway. Since dragan was down, he should be clear, right?
A stoic expression plastered his face, it would’ve been hard to tell he was thinking deeply if his fists werent clenched tightly.