Rescue Me

Chapter 2

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

A/N: This one is a bit long. 

You were newer to the city and were kind of a loner, sitting on your balcony observing the city that never sleeps. For you, it was work, come home, make a cup of F/D and sit and watch the city. You watched people, learned their stories, heard all their drama and violence. One face in particular had started looking up more often to your balcony, usually when you were singing.

He had a sullen, sickly appearance and walked with two canes, like someone with Polio would have. He had beautiful long black hair and blue eyes. You could tell when he was having good and bad days. Most of them were bad days, but you could swear that on those days, he would look up at your balcony and his face would soften and look at peace. He would lock eyes with you and smile, which would make you self-conscious. You would smile back and act like something itched on the back of your head, turning your face. When you looked back, he would be making his way down the sidewalk.

You knew him from television. Dr. Michael Morbius, an incredibly gifted neuroradiologist, biologist, and biochemist. He worked at the hospital that was up the street from you. Sometimes you would worry when you wouldn't see him, fearing the worst. It had gotten to the point where you would feel relief when you heard his canes on the sidewalk.

Coming home from work one day, you heard the familiar taps of his canes on the sidewalk. Suppressing the big smile on your face, you turn to face him.

"Dr. Morbius lives to fight another day!" You say cheerfully, arms outstretched.

He laughed softly. "So, you're the one who's always watching me. It's nice to finally meet you face to face."

You offer a laugh in return. "If memory serves correctly, good sir, you were the one who started watching me."

He made a "that's true" type of face.

"So, how are things going?" You asked him.

"You know how it is, taking it one day at a time."

"Are you any closer to a cure?"

"Not yet, but it's getting there. Soon, I hope."

"That's great!"

"Well, I'll see you around." Dr. Morbius said, shuffling in his crutches.

"I'll be here."

As you turned to walk into your apartment building, he stopped you.

"Oh, before I forget. I have something for you."

Your head goes back in surprise. "For me?"

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a meticulously folded paper crane.

"Oh wow! I've heard about these! Thank you! For me? Really?"

He chuckled. "You're welcome. Keep singing. You could make it big one day. New York is the city of dreams, right?"

"Pfft. Right." You said, rolling your eyes. "And I think that's L.A."

"Thirty Seconds to Mars, huh? They're alright."

"You listen to them?"

"Yeah. They're not bad."

"They're one of my favorites. Especially A Beautiful Lie and Kings and Queens. Goosebumps every time I listen to those songs. You know," you stopped, squinting your eyes and placing your finger on your lips. "You kinda look like the lead singer."