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featuring Cench (he's not famous in this)
trigger warning: gunshot wounds
Cench gripped onto his abdomen feeling the warm blood leak from his body. His balaclava was drenched with sweat. Cee eased his way from the streets to safety. He had to get to her. She'd know what to do.
Y/N was busy closing the puppy kennels when the sound of knocking caught her attention. The dogs yelped when she moved away from them. Shushing them she carefully moved towards the door.
Oakley leaned against the locked screen door, blood on his hands. Y/N gasped opening the door. Falling into her arms she pulled him inside and shut the door. "What the fuck did you do?"
He groaned leaning back onto the animal operation table. Y/N stepped back as he undid his hoodie revealing his gunshot wound. She waved her hand, "No. Go to the hospital."
The man in front of her was on the verge of tears, "Please. I just need you to stitch me up."
"I work on animals, not humans."
Wincing he said, "Same difference. You think I'm an animal anyway."
"Do not do that."
"That's what you said right?"
A moment of silence came over her before she stepped into action. "Lay back."
Y/N worked her magic ignoring his daze, "Did the bullet go through?"
He jumped when she touched his flesh, "Yeah."
Y/N grabbed some cloth handing it to him, "No pain meds, you're gonna want to hold onto something."
Oakley placed the cloth in his mouth while she poured disinfectant on his wound. It sizzled making him scream and take the cloth from his mouth, "Hurry up."
Y/N gathered the stitches, "Stay still."
With ease, his wound was put back together. Oakley pulled his shirt back on trying not to rip his stitches. Y/N cleaned up the mess he made. Oakley leaned against the table trying to regain his strength.
"Why'd you come here?" She tossed the bloody scraps into the trash.
Her scrubs were covered in his blood for the millionth time. Oakley grabbed onto her arm making her look at him, "You're the only one I can go to."
Y/N shook her head, "Well stop. I told you before, I'm not trynna watch you die."
He pulled her closer leaning his forehead against hers. That was their signature move. It signified comfort. "I'm not gonna die."
Her whispers were soft but shaky, "That's a lie."
Oakley chuckled before kissing her lips. Y/N leaned into his touch. She missed him but he was a criminal. Y/N pulled away and went to open the door.
"Don't come back, Oakley."
He knew she meant it this time. A look of hurt flashed across his face before he left creeping back to the dark streets. Y/N locked up viewing the empty room, "God, please protect that man even if he sins."
Author's Note:
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since we hit 2k already, we got three updates today (me thinks) (if this flop y'all won't get NOTHING)
