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PainKillers
Legacy Name: PainKillers

The

Bloodred Feli
Owner:

Emotional

Age: 14 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: November 21st, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 12th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 261
Strength: 749
Defense: 653
Speed: 643
Health: 670
HP: 0/670
Intelligence: 514
Books Read: 504
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Corporate Associate

â€œWhat are you making for me baby?â€ A kiss fell upon Jaspyreâ€™s neck as he continued to chop carrots.

â€œRoasted beef stew with with fresh rosemary bread,â€ he murmured. Using the knife Jaspyre slid the carrots into his cupped hand and dumped them into the pot. Blytheâ€™s breath brushed up on his collarbone and he could feel the other manâ€™s hands slide up against the handle of his hips. â€œWhy donâ€™t you go wash up for dinner?â€ Blythe nuzzled his chin further into Jaspyreâ€™s neck kissing it against before taking a step back.

â€œWhatever you say Doctor Lucen.â€ Jaspyre didnâ€™t turn to look at him but he could here the clap of Blytheâ€™s winkle picker boots along the tiled flooring as he sauntered away.

The dinner was tasteless in his mouth, broth of water, meat of rubber. He had called it roast beef but he could never be sure of what ingredients Blythe was actually bringing him.

A sparkle lit up in Blytheâ€™s iridescent green eyes as he leaned into Jaspyre from across the table, â€œSo afterward I was thinking we could go up to your room.â€

â€œItâ€™s after eleven Blythe and you have patients to tend to at five, I think itâ€™d be easier if we both parted ways and went to bed.â€

â€œYes doctor,â€ he nodded leaning back and finishing his stew.

Some time later Jaspyre heard the clicking of his front door from his bedroom. His skin was still numb from Blytheâ€™s touch as he shrunk into the sheets and curled into himself still fully dressed. His eyes gazed onward at the dark walls in front of him. Half of the bed was cold, the other half was just heavy. Doctor. Doctor Lucenâ€”that was what the nurse had called him.

How could he call his place at Faint Vitals a â€œDoctorâ€? It was supposed to be a place of miracles, taking in patients without insurance or with ailments labeled uncurable for the low price of â€˜unorthodox treatmentsâ€™. For many it was their savior.

The day Jaspyre first stumbled into its hands, covered in blood and barely breathing the hospital had saved him. He couldnâ€™t go to his normal hospital, not without his mother knowing and getting taken back to a mental instituteâ€”or worse getting booked into prison. So he begged for Faint Vitals to patch his wounds.

The wrappings they secured along his waist brought new life to him, he pressed his fingers against the covered gash, laughing as the searing pain jolted up his spine. Instead of curing him, Faint Vitals just patched him up physically enough to continue on down his path of destruction. At the time heâ€™d been a cold blooded killer. Gambling a bit in underground bounty hunting for fun as well as ending the lives of whoever got in his way.

It wasnâ€™t until years later that he had come back to the hospital.

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Heâ€™d visited the hospital once before. They called it a place of miracles though very few were lucky enough to know where to find it, and for good reason. The underground hospital specialized in alternative procedures for those doctors claimed they couldnâ€™t cure and those with no money for actual medical attention.

There was an abandoned part of town, just a shell of what it had once been after the tornado ran it to the ground. For the most part it was used by gangs as dugouts of sorts, but Jasper turned into one of the apartment complexes and weaved his way to the â€˜Maintenance officeâ€™, opening the door to reveal the stairway to Faint Vitals Hospital.

He closed the door behind him, digging both hands into his pockets before walking down the stairs to the second door. His shaky fingers slipped out of his pockets, sliding the door open with one hand and pulling out the handle in his fist with the other.

â€œEveryone freeze,â€ he growled. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangâ€”the endless droning of bullets until it started to make a hollow clicking sound and he threw it on the ground digging into his back pocket for his lucky pocket knife. That was supposed to be the end of the hospital.

Blythe had come in later, having run out for new medical supplies. The young man wandered around the hospital, eventually finding Jaspyre curled into a ball in one of the corner rooms. â€œIf you really didnâ€™t want to be taken care of you shouldnâ€™t have come here in the first place.â€

Jaspyre looked up at him, fingers tightening around his pocket knife once more. The nurse set down his box and walked over to Jaspyre, kneeling in front of him. â€œCome on doctor. I have a case of everything Iâ€™ve ever loved flashing before my eyes. Is death the cure to my ailment?â€ Jaspyre drew the blade back, but instead of stabbing Blythe with it his grip dropped and the blade fell to the ground. â€œI didnâ€™t think so either. It was time this hospital saw new management anyway,â€ he smiled at Jaspyre.

He should have known then that Blythe was a little messed up in the head, but with nowhere to go the hospital became something of a sanctuary. They threw out the Hippocratic Oath in favor of Blytheâ€™s twisted experiments and Jaspyreâ€™s brute force. Sure they took in actual patients who assumed that Faint Vitals was still the former glory it had once been, but most of their patients came from Jaspyreâ€™s old bounty hunting gigs.

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His eyes closed as a trembling sigh escaped his lips. Behind his eyelids he could see Blythe pulling him into those lithe arms, attempting to give him the physical comfort Blythe thought he needed. Blythe had always been a touchy feely man and every bit of contact made Jaspyreâ€™s skin itch.

This wasnâ€™t where he wanted to be. Heâ€™d told himself the first time he came to the hospital he wanted to get fixed up so that he could go home to his mother and make her proud of her son. That was when he had just turned twenty. Seven years had passed since, five of which heâ€™d been Dr. Lucen.

Five of which he had begun to regret with every passing day, but he couldnâ€™t leave now.

Behind these closed eyes, Jaspyre saw a home with walls that werenâ€™t coated in mildew, and plenty of hot water. A place with a big kitchen where he could flourish and his high school sweetheart whose death had sent him in a crazed angry flurry to begin with. Instead here he lay with a cough bubbling up in his throat wishing he could leave.