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BAM! The metal door to the dingy warehouse swung open, hitting against the side of the wall. "Help! She needs help!" A voice called out from the entrance of the door. He came running in, another person slumped in his arms.
Inside a tall man who wore an orange bow-tie stood, towering over a large, boiling pot of water. The pot was on a rusty, old stove. He immediately perked up at the sound of people. "Get her on the table!" He yelled, gesturing to the long, metallic table across the room. Doing what the taller man said, he ran over to put the woman on the table.
The man slapped on some rubber gloves, and then began checking her for wounds. "What happened?" He asked quickly as he did so.
"I don't know!! I just saw her half-dead in between in the ally way, and before she passed out, she said to bring her here!" The male said, obviously flustered and confused.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, the man quickly shook his head. "Get out!" He yelled.
"What?"
"Get! Out!"
"I can't just leave-"
"GET OUT!"
"Okay, okay!" He hesitantly looked back at the man fixing up the lady before scampering outside.
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Later, slumped against the side of the warehouse was the guy who brought the lady, who was twiddling with his thumbs. He glanced back at the door, hearing some voices from inside. He wondered if he should go in. Sighing, he shook his head and went back to twiddling his thumbs.
"I figured you'd be out here," The tall man said, at the entrance of the door. "What's your name, kid?"
"Roel..." Roel looked up at the man, studying him. "Is she okay?"
"How did you really find this place, Roel?" The tall man asked, avoiding the question.
"I told you! I found her like that and she said to come here!"
"Mmm... and did you know her before you brought her here?"
"No. I just met her when she was bleeding on the pavement," Roel insisted, "and you didn't answer my question... Is she okay?"
The man sighed. "Come on," He said reluctantly, holding the door open for him.
Roel got to his feet, and followed the man inside. Across the room, he saw the woman lying on the table, all bandaged up. He jogged over to the table, seeing her haphazardly smile. She was barely awake, and her eyes were only half-open. "Thanks... kid," She said in a harsh, tired whisper.
Giving a meek smile, Roel nodded. "No problem," He said quietly. He looked up at the man who loomed over him. Turning to him, he asked, "Is she going to be okay?"
Hesitantly, the man said, "Yes, within time."
"What happened to her?"
The man looked off into the distance. "I... can't say."
"Well you're the doctor, aren't you?" Roel insisted.
"More or less."
"You should know, then."
"I just can't say."
Roel raised his eyebrow. "Can't or won't?"
"Can't," He affirmed, walking back to the stove where the pot of boiling water was. He turned the stove off, grabbed the handles of the pot, and went over to a big, industrial sink. The water spilled out of the pot as he tilted the pot towards the sink. Metal objects made a clanging sound as they hit the bottom of the sink. There was some steam rising up from where the water plummeted to. After placing the pot down, the man grabbed an empty metal tray from the table near the woman's bedside. He began picking up the metal things that he had been boiling, which appeared to be some kind of surgical equipment, and placed them on the tray.
Standing nearby, Roel watched him do this whole process. He was silent the whole time, until he finally decided to question: "What's your name?"
The tall man glanced back at Roel from his work, not responding for a moment. "Dion," He finally said.
"Oh... Nice to meet you, Dion," Roel said.
There was no response from Dion, but over at the table, the lady began to chuckle unsteadily. "Awweehh, Dion, you're hitting it off already? Good..." She said in a giggly, groggy voice. ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Name //
Dion
Gender //
Male
Sexuality //
Demi-bisexual
Occupation/backstory //
Dion has an underground doctors clinic, which is just run by him now. His clientele are usually criminals, gangs, and the like. He's technically not certified as a doctor, so he's often relocating his makeshift clinic to escape from the police (as he's wanted for impersonating a doctor). In all actuality, Dion isn't that bad of a doctor, despite never going to school for it. He didn't exactly grow up in the best neighborhood, and still is stuck in that neighborhood. After his parents disappeared, he was on the streets. It's there he met his Uncle, who really wasn't his Uncle. He only knew him as Uncle, though. He taught Dion a lot of what he knows about medicine.
Short personality //
Dion is extremely serious when it comes to his job. His quick thinking and inventiveness aids his job, thankfully. A seemingly emotionless figure, he gives off this cold and stiff aura. Dion has the edge of relaxation to him, unless he's skeptical. He's rather intelligent for someone who didn't go to school, and can pick out a good person from a bad person. He's not one to trust anyone easily. If you can get beyond his paranoia, Dion turns out to be a loyal and overprotective friend. Although, this usually doesn't happen too often, as he tries not to get attached to people because he thinks it'll prove to be a weakness. He's awfully stubborn, and would never admit that he's actually a bit of a sap. His stubbornness kind of ties in with his humbleness, too. Dion won't admit that he's actually pretty sweet, once you get past that rock-solid shell.
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