Middle of the Week Motivation

The Anomaly of Love

The wind whipped at Jack's skin, tugging and pulling at the ends of the lab coat he had forgotten to take off earlier. He somewhat regretted walking to his job everyday, but the hospital was so close that it was stupid not too. Or at least, that's what the green haired man tried to tell himself, though he certainly regretted that decision now. He pulled at the white lab coat, tugging it closer to his body, struggling to stay warm in the late November night. A sudden gunshot from the alleyway caused him to jump, jerking his head over to the source of the noise. His glasses fell off of his head in the process, clattering to the ground, Jack bending over to quickly scoop them up. He was rushed out by the night shift so fast that he had forgotten they were still on his head. He didn't really use them in his everyday life, but they were helpful as he went about during the day, taking care of patients.

Screams filled his ears as he hooked the glasses on his shirt, warily approaching the dark alley, curiosity overwhelming his common sense. Just as he was about the turn back, his fear getting the better of him, he heard the patter of feet, and a door slam before silence. A cough came shortly after, followed by the faint dripping of blood and someone's voice as they let out a squeal in pain. Jack couldn't just walk away at this point, he made his living as a doctor for crying out loud, it wasn't right for him to leave now. So, against every voice that sat screaming at him from his head, he slipped out his phone, turning on the flashlight and cautiously shining it down the alley. His light fell across a figure who sat leaning up against the alley's wall, the man using his left arm to block out the bright shining light.

"Oh, sorry." Jack's word stumbled out as he lowered the bright rays, his irish accent ringing out and filling the dead air. Jack could see the breath of the figure vaporize in the air as he walked closer.

The man who sat there tensed up as Jack approached, uncomfortable with the presence of the green haired stranger. He tried to move, as if to run away from Jack, but again pain consumed his body and the raven haired man was forced to stay where he was.

"Who are you?" A deep voice called out to Jack, causing the blue eyed man to stop short, only a few feet away, the other man's chocolate eyes staring at him accusingly.

"My name's Jack. I'm a doctor. I just came to help." Jack replied, lowering his phone even more.

The man sitting there could finally get a clear look at the blue eyed stranger that had approached to help, the lack of light releasing the full fledged ferocity of the ocean tides that washed over him as the lime haired stranger stepped closer once more.  Jack sat his phone down on the hard cement ground, crouching down and investigating the wounds of this mysterious stranger. The man was wearing all black, black jeans, black shirt and a black leather jacket to keep warm. Or just for looks, Jack wasn't sure.

"So, what's your diagnosis, Doctor?" The man asked, causing Jack to look up, eyeing the man in front of him skeptically, sighing at the hint of sarcasm that lingered in his voice.

"Well.... um,"

"Mark." The raven haired man filled in the blank.

"Well, Mark, besides the obvious fact that you've been shot in your left leg and right shoulder, you should be fine. If you've got a place nearby, I'd be willing to help fix you up." Jack offered politely.

"If I can walk, I'll show you the way. I doubt you can carry me though." Mark replied, trying to stand to his feet.

He ended up crumpling to the ground, ignoring Jack's hand to help him. Jack smiled slightly, standing there and waiting, the light from his phone that he had picked up shining on the ground. He had dealt with this type of patient before, the kind that insisted on doing everything on their own. Jack simply waited for Mark as he tried once again. After the fourth or fifth time, the raven haired man sat there panting. Jack once again held out his hand, earning a begrudging look from Mark, though he finally accepted it. Jack pulled the other man, who ended up practically falling on the poor green haired man, though Jack thankfully was able to keep both of them upright. With a hiss Mark shifted his weight around, leaning on the doctor and using him as a crutch to walk, doing his best not to move his right shoulder too much.