**for all my geto stans & simps. i'll try to do this beautiful man some justice**

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

i use a reference pic for every mc or y/n i write. it helps me a ton while i try to create the personality & such.

you can picture her how you want as i only describe her looks a handful of times. however, if you're curious, this is the pic i used for this story.

artist unknown but i'd love to give credit:)

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The sky was grey as I walked out of the hospital, covered with dark blue and shadowed clouds.

I sighed as I realized it would probably start raining at any moment, and I hadn't brought an umbrella with me. There was no reason to, it was bright and warm this morning.

I quickly pulled out my phone to check if I had any money for a lyft. Bad idea. As I checked my bank account I wanted to scream. I had no idea how I would even make it through the week.

2 more years. That's what I kept telling myself. 2 more years and I'd be a fully practicing doctor. But my residency and schooling had made me flat broke for the time being.

Overworked and underpaid.

But it would all be worth it soon enough. My parents had died at a young age, but they were both farmers out in the countryside.

I was the first not just in my family to go to college, but the first in my entire village. And not only did I go to college, I was almost finished with my residency.

Just two more fucking years.

I grumbled to myself as I began to walk home, praying I'd make it to my apartment before it came down too hard.

It was still evening, so the world wasn't completely dark yet. The spring air was thick and humid, and I was already sweating a bit as I walked though the city.

At least I didn't have a double tonight and could finally get some sleep. It had probably been a week since the last time I had gone home earlier than 1am, leaving me maybe 4 or 5 hours to sleep before I had to be back.

Everyone told me a residency in the ER would provide invaluable experience if I was lucky enough to get hired, so I didn't even think twice about accepting when it was offered to me.

They all, however, failed to mention how absolutely soul sucking it is.

So I was going to savor every moment of free time that I had tonight. Maybe a bath and a movie, definitely an early night.

I was lost happily in my thoughts as I imagined my next 12 hours. The possibilities seemed endless.

Because of the haunting weather, the streets were emptier than usual, only the occasional taxi passing me by as I walked. It was actually kind of peaceful.

I passed a small alley, no different than the other dozen I walked by when headed home each day, but I froze a bit when I heard someone letting out soft grunts and groans.

I had worked in the hospital long enough to know those were sounds of someone in pain, and the future doctor in me took over.

What I should've done is mind my own business and kept walking. For all I knew, there was a murderer waiting down on this alley.

"Hello?" I called out as I took a few steps into the walkway. There were various dumpsters and boxes
blocking my view, so I strained my neck a bit to see if anyone was actually there.

"Are you ok?" I called out again as I crossed my arms and took a few more steps.

"Ahh!" someone let out a much louder gasp and the sound sent me running down into the abyss.

My eyes widened for a moment as I saw a man slumped against the side of the brick building covered in blood, holding onto his side with desperation.

I immediately went into work mode, crouching down in front of him as I pulled off my backpack.

"Hey there," I said softly as I offered him a small smile.

His eyes flickered up, dark onyx orbs piercing into mine. The intensity was something I had never experienced before. It almost took my breath away.

I quickly shook the thought as I refocused on taking my medical supplies and first aid out of my bag. It wasn't much, but I could probably make it work until we got back to the hospital.

"Can I take a look?" I asked gently as I reached my hands forward.

"Get the fuck away from me," he hissed.

I kept my voice calm and even as I spoke, "It's ok. I'm a doctor. Well, a resident, but still a doctor."

"I don't give a fuck who you are."

"Please, I just want to make sure you're stabilized before we get you to the hospital."

"I'm not going to the hospital," he winced as he adjusted himself a bit. "I'm fine."

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, "You're obviously not fine. And if you're not going to the hospital, I'm definitely not leaving here. So let me help, or I'm calling an ambulance. Your choice."

His jaw tightened as I spoke, showing off his strong features. I didn't want to stare too much, but I couldn't help it. He was so attractive... Even as he sat here, a sweaty and bloody mess.

"Fine," he finally agreed.

I nodded, "Good, now let me take a look."

I gently removed his hand from his side, revealing a deep stab wound on his side. I didn't even want to think about how he found himself in this situation. That wasn't my job, so I ignored it.

"Mm, that's a nice little wound you got," I teased to try and ease the tension.

"Don't ask any questions."

I shook my head, "Wasn't going to. You'll definitely need stitches though if you don't want to bleed out. Are you sure this is where you want to do this?"

"Just get it over with," he demanded.

All of my training told me this was a terrible idea. I should be sanitizing everything, cleaning this gash properly, giving the patient various medicines.

Not in a dirty, dark alley. But this guy kind of scared me, so I didn't want to object. Plus, I couldn't let him lose any more blood.

So much for a relaxing night off.

"Alright," I sighed. "Here we go."

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**Geto POV**

I watched the woman intensely after she had helped me out of my jacket. She seemed completely unfazed by the state I was in or by the amount of blood that was covering me and the ground and now her delicate hands.

Her face looked so worn and tired, but her eyes were alert and focused as she worked. She didn't hesitate at all as I flinched and grimaced with the feeling of the needle tugging at my skin.

The worst part was when she practically dumped her sanitizing alcohol over it. I can't remember the last time I felt that much pain. The threading was nothing compared to that, and she was so gentle.

She'd probably make a good tattoo artist with those hands.

Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun like I often wore myself, soft curls falling out of it to frame her face.

Her nose pointed just slightly at the end, and her lips were so full, so feminine. I noticed that she chewed softly on her lip as she worked, a tick of her intense focus.

She was honestly beautiful and examining her features was a welcomed distraction.

"How you holding up?" she asked as she glanced at me with a smile, making those alluring lips curve upward ever so slightly.

Part of me was a bit overwhelmed as her eyes met mine, but I kept my composure, not wanting to let her know the effect she was currently having on me.

"Fine."

She nodded as she returned her gaze to the stitches, "Good, we're about halfway. You're honestly doing great."

"I don't even know your name."

"Are you asking to know it?" she teased, making me smile just barely.

"Mm, finally got you to smile," she looked up at me. "I've gotta say, it doesn't usually take me that long to break through to my patients.

I ignored her comment, not wanting to admit that her magnetizing presence actually was working on me, "I'm Geto Suguru."

"Nice to meet you, Geto. I'm L/n Y/n."

"Dr. L/n?"

She laughed, and the sound was so sweet, "Please, just Y/n."

"Y/n, that's a beautiful name."

She smirked as she tugged one last time, finishing the stitches. She completely ignored my compliment as she looked at me, "Well, you're all set."

I looked down at the long cut, it was a lot bigger than I realized which is probably why she was so insistent on helping me.

If I'm being honest with myself though, I'm glad she did. I had been nearly killed by a special grade spirit, but meeting her almost made it worth it. Almost.

She stood up as she finished packing up her things, and then offered her hand to help me up.

"Thank you," I groaned as I stood.

She was a lot taller than I was expecting, but I didn't mind in the slightest. I let my eyes quickly wander down, taking in every inch of her body. Her curves were even more enticing than her height.

She was beautiful and brilliant.

I was immediately attracted to her, wanting so badly to be able to see her again. Preferably when I wasn't toying with death.

"Can I help you get home or anything?" she offered.

I shook my head as I pulled out a cigarette and lighter from my pocket. "No, I'll be fine," I mumbled as put the cigarette in my mouth.

My eyes widened as she snatched it away, staring at me as she broke it in half and let it drop to the ground.

"Are you serious!? I'm a doctor and quite literally just sewed you back together!"

"And?"

"And!? And those things will fucking kill you!!"

I smirked at her feistiness. It was unexpected, just like everything else about her, and I actually enjoyed it.

"You know, I have a whole pack of those," I teased as I stared down at her.

She stuck out her hand, "Give em."

"What?" I couldn't help but to chuckle a bit.

"You heard me. Hand em over."

Regardless of her height, I still towered over her. I knew what I looked like too, standing here with my shirt off, scars scattered across my torso, my body and hair covered in blood.

I figured I looked terrifying, but she didn't care at all. She was completely unbothered.

"Now," she reiterated as she looked at her hand.

I smirked as I gave her the small box and watched as she dropped to it the ground and stomped on it a few times.

"That's littering," I eyed her carefully.

She let out a groan of annoyance as she picked up the smashed box and tossed it in a nearby dumpster.

"You're right. Littering is like smoking for the earth. And I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a hypocrite," she mumbled half to me and half to herself.

"Can I help you get home?" I smiled at her, drawing her attention back to me as we walked back to the empty street.

She shooed me a bit with her hand, "No, no. You need rest. Also, keep that wound clean. An infection would be terrible."

"Well thank you again, Y/n. I hope we meet again."

"Mm," she smiled at me as she began to walk away, calling back to me as she left. "Next time you get stabbed, make sure you go to the hospital. You got lucky tonight."

I licked my lips lightly as I watched her... I definitely did get lucky tonight.