When it comes to saving lives, it’s not always black or white. The lines blur and morals are destroyed. |Original Character, mature content.| #VexFamily
“Call me if it’s a serious injury or someone is dying, put a bandaid on it otherwise.”
—Doctor by day, on call for the mob by choice.
—My morals are my code, black or white views, they never break.
—Respect the work space.
—Original Character, #VexedFamily
RT.
@ALustForSinning moving to write down an appointment for you in a weeks time. Looking back up at him as I hand him the appointment reminder.]
Come back at noon, so I can make sure you listened this time.
You’re laughing now but these tests.. [Pinches the bridge of my nose after nudging the frame of my glasses off it, sighing in disappointment.]
You would be the one to stick your dick in crazy.
@ALustForSinning [Gives him a deadpan stare after his remark, allowing him to clap me on the shoulder. Fighting the urge to pinch my nose again because this guy is giving me so many headaches.]
Did you want herpes, chlamydia, the clap?
Because crabs is the most tame, you’re lucky.
[Sighs,—
@ALustForSinning crazy.
[Reaches for the counter behind me and tosses him a taped up medicine bag, huffing slightly.]
You did catch crabs though, congratulations.
@ALustForSinning [Scrubs a hand across my hand because of course he wouldn’t wear protection with crazy, sighing heavily as my hand drops to my hip where my other one mimics the same movement and placement. Giving him a glare because I’m not sugar coating shit.]
You’re lucky you didn’t catch—
@ALustForSinning [Smoothes my hand across the buttons of my coat and gives you a serious look, exhaling slightly before raising a brow.] Let me ask you this..
Did you at least wear protection?
[Slides on my rubber gloves after washing my hands, walking over to @ALustForSinning and letting a deep sigh escape my lips. Giving him a deadpan stare as I grumbled to him.]
Heard I needed to test you.. Really? I mean.. /Really/?
@SaltyLilBeach [The reaction crossing your face told me a whole different story as I let go of your hand, hovering my hand near your back as if to guide you to a seat to get you off your feet. To relax. Smiling softly as I quirk a single brow upwards, a laugh escaping my lips.] That must be—