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A warning lamp was already sounding in the back of her head. Chloe could see this guy was one that did not want her help, at all. She just wasn’t good at taking no for an answer when the person she talked to was hurt like this. As the cursewords and insults started rolling off his tounge, she wasn’t exacly surprised. But she was stricken by how mean some people managed to be. Even if it was mostly to strangers.. Chloe pressed her lips together, not sure if she wanted to throw hurtful words back at him, attempt to and fail in her case, or just leave him be. “No? Tough guy are you?” She raised her brows a little. That would probably earn her another insult. “You look like a stupid guy for hobbling around with an injury that should be looked at by professionals.” Chloe shook her head. “If I say yes will you go to the nearest emergency room? Or should I just call them?”

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Mike snickered at her comment."Your words, not mine,” he stated, raising one hand, seeing as the other one was occupied with clutching his side. As the girl continued her little speech, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes once again. “Do all medics insult their patients or is that just your area of expertise?” he asked, narrowing his eyes as a rather sly smile curved his lips for a brief moment. As soon as she mentioned the emergency room, his composure changed, clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea. Yet, he continued to act like everything was fine. “Of course,” he replied with a shrug, having no intention of going anywhere near a hospital anytime soon. “I’ll go as soon as you move out of my way.”

#c:chloe

theindecisivemusician-blog

It got dark a lot earlier now, that was what Tyler had discovered as he walked back to the school. He hadn’t been leaving campus much lately, he didn’t have to, after all, and why would he if he didn’t have to? Christmas was coming closer though and all he was thinking about was getting to go home for a while. Back to the quiet town in England, with his family. And even though the pressure with his parents would be high, at least he’d done well that semester. He just needed to get away from the school, if only for a few minutes. The british boy had just been walking though, down a not-so-busy street, when he bumped into someone. Immediately he apologized, but then the other leaned against the wall and so the boy quickly turned to go make sure he was okay. “Are you uhm… what’s wrong? Do you need an ambulance?”

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Breathing out another curse word, Mike pursed his lips and tried to ignore the immediate pain in his ribs. “I don’t need a fucking ambulance,” he hissed, still clutching his ribs. “Just... mind your own business,” he managed to add, though nearly out of breath. His body was covered with cuts and bruises, and it was anyone’s guess how long it would take him to heal. But he sure as hell weren’t gonna go to the hospital, which would only lead to questions. A situation he would try to avoid at any price.

#c:tyler

misschloeandrews-blog

Chloe’s brows rose considerably at his cursing. Had he not seemed as worse of as he did, she would have huffed or said something regarding his eyes rolling towards her like that. Like she was crazy for asking. Boys.. Chloe could see the perspiration on his forehead, the white color of his skin, the way he tensed his jaw. She was trained to see these things, to figure out when people were downplaying their injuries. And this guy certainly was. “Yeah sorry, you don’t get rid of me that easily. I’m medically trained, so I’m not an idiot passing you in the street. You are so not fine.” Chloe said, quickly walking to stand in front of him. As her eyes started to give him a once-over, wanting to figure out where he was hurting, they landed on the bloody spot on his hoodie, close to his ribcage. “Have you been shot?”

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Mike couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the girl continued to talk, though he wasn’t planning on staying to hear her out. Granted, that was his idea until she blocked his only way out. Scoffing, he locked his eyes to the girl as she seemed to examine him in some kind of way. "Listen. I don’t give a flying fuck whether you’re medically trained or Jesus fucking Christ — I don’t need your help,” he stated, arching an eyebrow and quickly covering the spot of blood as she seemed to notice it. “Do I look like a guy who’s been shot?” he snickered, though that would’ve made things a whole lot easier. Maybe then everything would be over soon. “It’s an old injury. Now can you stick your nose into someone else’s business and leave me alone?” Well, at least it wasn’t that far from the truth.

#c:chloe

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Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her coat, shoulders pulled up as she fought off the chill in the air. A disgusted scowl transformed her features as she watched someone bump into another and move on as if nothing had happened. When the stranger moved nearer, she gave him a sarcastic grin. “Leave your manners at home, bud?” Julienne gestured towards where he’d bumped into Mike. Normally she would have let it go, but her patience was worn thin after the night she’d had at work. Moving passed the man, she continued on her walk. Her pace slowed until she came to a halt, eyes landing on Michael. “Asking if you’re okay is just a waste of both of our times…you want me to call someone?“

fknhealy

In an effort to ease the pain from his ribs, Mike tried to control his breathing. Fucking hell. These people weren’t messing around. Leaning against the wall, a female voice caught his attention. Though he was unable to pick up whatever she’d said to the idiot that had bumped into him, he honestly anticipated that she would go on her merry way. A sigh left his mouth when she did the opposite. He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t want nor did he need any pity from anyone, which caused him to furrow his brows when she served him a whole nother question than expected. “No,” he muttered, flinching as the pain returned to his ribs as he talked. “Don’t call anyone.” Though he had a stern tone in his voice, one could also hear a slight tone of panic.

#c:julienne

nessa-walker-blog

The New York City streets were the second place Nessa felt most at home besides being the stage. Something about the busy streets, the busy lives around her, it reminded her that the world never stopped for anyone. It was up to her to keep in pace with it. She’d been distracted in her thoughts, wrapping her fur coat around her when she noticed a guy collapse against the wall. Not being able to see who it was, she looked closely through squinted eyes to see a familiar face. “I know I’ve been a Scrooge this year but I really don’t need ghosts to be haunting me right now. Especially not if you’re the first one out of three.” She smirked. “So where the hell have you been and more importantly, what the hell happened?”

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Leaning against the wall, trying to keep his composure, a dry laugh left Mike’s mouth as he heard a familiar voice. “Nessa,” he breathed, a smile curving in the corner of his mouth, though it faltered rather quickly. Moving a shaky hand down into his pocket, he dug out a pack of cigarettes. “Let’s not waste our breath on small talk, eh,” he muttered, placing a cigarette between his lips. It didn’t matter where he’d been. Hell, he wouldn’t tell her even if he could. “Got a light?”

#c:nessa

itshaleysantiago

Not paying a bit of attention, seeing as she was juggling coffee, a bulging bag of school books, and her phone, Haley was a walking hazard and more than once, people bumped right past her and swore or told her to get out of the way. Still, she continued writing the text until she heard an all too familiar voice and she nearly dropped her coffee. Backtracking a few steps to the corner, when she glanced around it, it was exactly the person she’d been looking for. “You’re a difficult man to track down, Michael Healy,” She remarked without a hint of warmth in her voice, although her green eyes flickered to where he clutched his ribs. He might not be her favorite person in the world, but Haley had a tender heart and Michael had a penchant for getting himself into trouble.

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Leaning against the wall, Mike contemplated every decision he’d ever made. A man with his kind of bad luck was hard to find, and he’d sure made a mess of it. Even now, after all this time, he’d dug his grave even deeper. And just as he thought his day couldn’t get any worse, a far too familiar voice caught his attention. Glancing up at the brunette, it was like being dragged down memory lane. Haley Santiago; the only girl in the world who had ever gotten under his skin. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he quickly darted his eyes to the ground hearing the cold tone in her voice. “Would be a dead man if I weren’t,” he snickered back, though his smirk quickly turned into a frown by the pain in his ribs. “Well — congratulations. You found me.” Still clutching his ribs, he eyed her up and down, wondering why on Earth she wanted to have a word with him in the first place.

#c:haley

tucker-smith

Sometimes taking a walk was the only way to clear his head. Sure, there were sections of New York that were dangerous, but Tucker didn’t pay them much mind. If he stumbled into one, he knew well enough to stumble out. He looked up in time to see someone leaning against the wall, pain written across his features. “You gonna make it, mate?”

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Exhaling, Mike rested his body against the wall. By now, he should’ve gotten used to this kind of pain, but god damn. Hearing a voice, he glanced over at the guy. “Always do,” he snickered, moving a shaky hand inside his jacket to reach for a pack of cigarettes. Realizing it was empty, he breathed out another curse word and crushed the empty package only to throw it on the ground. “Give me a fucking break.”

#c:tucker

misschloeandrews-blog

The distant sound of an ambulance almost made her turn back around and go back to the hospital. Honestly, she would rather be there than at home alone. Chloe forced herself to keep walking. It wasn’t for nothing that her supervisor had taken one look at her then told her to go home for the night. Work was a huge stress reliever, a way to not think. And now she had to again.. In front of her, a man walked into another, and the the one who’d been walking in her direction seemed to be in a lot of pain. Instinctively Chloe walked over. “Are you alright?” She asked the guy, a genuine look of concern on her face. He certainly did not appear so.

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Another set of curse words left his mouth as Mike leaned against the brick wall. The immediate pain was something he was familiar with, but never would get used to. Closing his eyes, he exhaled heavily, only to roll his eyes when he heard a woman’s voice. “I’m fine,” he lied, pushing himself off the wall. He had to keep going. Removing the hand that had clutched his ribs, a red liquid had marked its spot through his hooded jacket, though he chose to ignore it. “Thanks,” he added dryly, as he pushed past the woman to continue down the street.

#c:chloe

thetrevorhastings

Trevor had his earplugs plugged in after he had just finished off his daily run. He never got sick of running in this city’s streets, as they were never the same to him. Trevor rounded a corner, and a woman shouting on the phone from across the street caught his attention. He did not notice the figure approaching him, as he accidentally bumped into him. “Oh dude, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

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"Do I look fucking okay to you?” Mike hissed back at the stranger, eying him up and down. “Fucking hell.” Muttering to himself, he rubbed the sore area on his ribs. “Watch where you’re going next time.”

#c:trevor

elliotfry

Elliot couldn’t help but be worried as he spotted the other man, who was clearly in pain. He walked carefully over, concern clear on his face even though he couldn’t help but be a little nervous. “Is everything okay?” he asked softly, “Um, do you need help?”

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Clutching his ribs, Mike tried to his best ability to ignore the pain shooting through his upper body. “I’m fine,” he hissed with gritted teeth, not even bothered by the concerned stranger.

#c:elliot

Walking down the dark streets of New York, Mike constantly watched over his shoulder, as if someone was keeping an eye on him. No wonder, seeing what he’d been through the past couple of months. As he turned to watch the road ahead, someone bumped into him. “Damnit,” he murmured, automatically reaching his hand to cover the painful area on his ribs. Yet, he continued walking until he reached the corner. Leaning against the brick wall, another set of curse words slipped his mouth before he flexed his jaw, trying to ignore the unbearable pain shooting through his upper-body.