thekingsshield asked: [cyberpawn] "Please, please, please promise you won't tell my dad about this!" Their awkward blubbering was spaced between sobs as they clung tight to the wound on their stomach, bleeding something fierce. The teen had simply been running and delivering packages for Padre, tryin' to help out where they could, but it was clear their luck ran out in Watson. A few discolored bruises, a stab to their stomach, and a few sprains from getting thrown around during a mugging, this is the worse pain they had been in. "Y-You were the closest Ripper around, I can't go to a hospital, a-and it's late and I dunno what to do, I'm sorry!"
Vik wasn’t expecting this when he got up to close off his clinic doors. He’s open later than the usual today, his last client having taken hours to finish up the complex cyberware procedure. He’s exhausted and hungry, eager to close up, clean up and get dinner cooked up before he goes to sleep. Imagine his surprise and dismay when a scrawny, bleeding kid shoves their way through the gates, bleeding all over the floor and crying desperately. Even with the tiredness in his bones and sleepiness behind his eyes, he doesn’t hesitate at all to pick up the kid as gently as possible, their blood getting on his shirt almost immediately. “How am I supposed to tell your dad if I don’t know who your dad is? Don’t even know who you are, kid. What the hell happened to you?”
The worry is clear on his face as he sets the stranger down on his medical chair, quickly rushing to get everything he may need for their wounds. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry, okay? You’re safe here, with me, I promise. Any gonk tries to come get you, I won’t let them, I promise. Just relax, I’ll make the pain go away.”
