Alley Cats {Under Editing}

Hardship love and gayness. Son of a mafia, lonely plastic surgeon.

"There's nothing there to really go back too." I walked away turning into alley and then... I saw a guy lying on the ground in the alley surround by cats. What is he an alley cat? I went to step back and heard him grunt. That isn't healthy. I pulled out my phone using the flash. He looked like he was beat up and I saw blood on leaking from his legs.
I was about to call the hospital, but then I saw he had a tattoo on his neck. I had seen gang tattoos before, and they want to have it removed a lot. The cats will get him infected. I held in my breath and put my arm around his waist slowly. The smell coming from him was horrifying. I thought that no one would ever smell worse than the way he did. The cats jumped and ran away. And when he didn't move, I checked for a pulse. I sighed in relief, but it was fainted. The guy was heavier than I thought. And when I was able to make him stand, he was larger than me. He was at least a foot taller. He shoulders were broad and his arms bulky. I struggled to hold him as I lead him to my apartment. I sat him down taking his dirty covered in whatever God could only know type shoes.
I holstered him over shoulders and back carrying him to my bathroom. He needs to be cleaned and checked. When I took of his clothes, I noticed the numbers of tattoos and the sharp firmness of his torso. And the stab wound on his left side made me come back to my senses.
He was stabbed here too! I quickly got my first aid kit the large one of all necessary meds and bandages. I got back cutting open his leather Jean's and underwear.
That's great my mother made me try out to be a real doctor or so she calls it. I quickly washed him ignoring the fact that he was another male. But I had to be thorough with it to check if he had any more. But only deep bruising from fights I'm guessing.