finallyxginger
Freelance doctor.. Who would ever had thought that it would be something you could life of? Or at least it had worked for a month now and Owen wasn't starving.. And he even had places to sleep. Just because people were grateful if he helped them. Accidents on the streets, broken bones from falling down the stairs. It was silly. Now he was on his way to spend the thankful money he'd got from an old woman who couldn't thank him enough for checking up on her shoulder. He didn't care about where he was going to sleep, because he had a plan of getting drunk anyway. So he was basically just on his way to a bar. Hands in pockets, eyes on the ground he walked on.










