Crip stares up at the doctor, in shock.
The doctor kneels down, grabbing Crips jeans and handing them to him. Crip snaps out of it and pulls his jeans back on.

Helk: "Come, ill take you to the hospital."
Crip: "N-no! I mean..I can't go. I'm fine, really."
Helk: "You're not fine..there's blood all over you.."
Crip puts his head down, and wipes his mouth and under his nose with his hoodie sleeve.
Helk: "If you won't go to the hospital, will you at least come with me? I can clean you up."
Crip takes a moment, then nods. It would be better than nothing.
Helk: "Here." The Doctor says softly, helping Crip get to his feet. He was feeling weird. Really weird...
Helk helps him into his silver car, and then drives to a beautiful, rather large house.
Crip squirms, pressing his legs together rather harshly.

Red put something inside of him. It must be making him act this way. It wasn't Crips first time dealing with medicine like this. They exit the car, and Helk takes Crip immediately to the closest bathroom. He sits on the closed toilet seat, and Helk sits on the edge of the bathtub, pulling out a first aid kit he had stashed under the sink.

He begins cleaning his face, talking softly as he does so.

Helk: "Looks like nothing's broken. He just got you pretty good."

He pauses, having cleaned the blood off of him.

Helk: "So it's true...you are apart of that gang."

Crip: "No. That was Red, my old gang boss. I'm not apart of a gang anymore."

Helk: "Mr. Wilson..."
He says softly.
Crip: "Red tried to kill me before..I think he's just wanting to do it again because I survived."
Helk: "He's coming after you because you're in another gang or in his gang. It'd be better if you told me the truth. Whatever you say stays between us. I know you think of me as working for the police, but my duty as a physiatrist comes first. If you don't want me to give out your information, I won't, unless you give me permission."

Crip takes a deep breath.
Crip: "Alright...I'm in a different gang, with someone from Reds old gang. He's the one who saved me...I owe him my life. Now Red wants me dead though."

Helk: "I see..and you are just running for your life."

Crip: "I feel like I can't escape."

Helk: "I understand. It must feel awful to know you're being hunted down like that. You should stay away from anything to do with this Red character. Even if you're ordered to go near his gang, it's best if you don't."
Crip nods.
Helk: "I can wash your clothes for you, get all the blood off. You ok with that?"

Crip nods yet again. Helk helps him pull off his hoodie, and then his shirt, allowing him to see bandaids, bruises, old scars and old cigarette burns all over his arms. A few hickeys on his lower neck and shoulders. Just how much does this guy go through. It makes Helk want to kill, seeing someone as feeble as Crip getting abused like this.

Then he looks down even further.

Mr. Wilson...he's hard.

Helk glances back up, seeing Crips cheeks all red and his eyes dazed.

Helk: "Did he..slip you something?"

Crip nods softly.
Crip: "He put something inside of me. I don't feel very well.."

Helk swallows, and unbuttons Crips jeans, revealing his erection through his black boxers.

The smaller male looks so weak, like he could barely move much. There's no way he can get the drug out of his system on his own.

Helk whispers gently, not wanting to frighten the smaller male.
Helk: "Can I help?"
Crip blinks for a moment, processing what the doctor was asking. Help him?
He nods, a bit confused.

The doctor lifts him up, and carries him to a bed, where he sits Crip down carefully. The doctor then finishes dragging the others clothes off and throws them to the floor. He then gets behind Crip, his chest against the smaller males back.
Crip looks to his side and up, still confused.
Suddenly Helks hand trails down, stroking Crips member gently.

Crip lets out a gasp and squirms a bit, pressing against the doctors chest, his feet pressing against the floor on his toes.

Helk: "I'm just going to get the drug out of your system. Tell me if you want me to stop."

This was different. This was the first time Crip had ever been told he could stop it all. Normally he had no choice in the matter. The doctor starts to pump him, and it causes Crip to let out soft moans and arch his back.

It was an odd sensation for the doctor. Having this much control over someone so small, so frail, so...needy. He skillfully works his hand, using his free hand to keep the smaller males hip in place.

It doesn't take long for Crip to cum, but he's still rock hard.

Crip: "Again..please-" Crip begs, trying to push his cock against the doctors hand. Helk obliged, continuing to pump the others cock until he cums yet again, this time, the appendage going limp afterwards.
Crip lets out a breath, and sinks into the doctors lap. He was exhausted even more now, but he did feel better.

Helk: "Here, lay down. Get some rest. I'll wash your clothes for you Mr. Wilson."

Crip: "You can call me Everett..."

Helk helps him lay down, then smiles a bit.
Helk: "Ok Everett. Sleep well."

Crip closes his eyes, ready to be drifted away into a blissful sleep.
The doctor in turn gathers the bloodied clothes up and takes them to the washer.
He loads them into the washing machine and turns it on, then turns around, leaning against the machine.

He picks his hand up, staring at it. It's covered in Everett's....

He stares for a moment.

Then picks the hand up, licking it, tasting Everett.