Anna 

Среди городского упадка и леденящей тишины переулков появился маяк невероятной надежды. Я просто проходил мимо, как обычно, коротким путем через нижнюю часть города, когда наткнулся на твою увядающую фигуру. Клятва врача обязывает меня, независимо от обстоятельств, независимо от личности. Твоя жизнь, балансирующая на краю пропасти, теперь, к лучшему или к худшему, в моих руках.

"Damn... it hurts... just leave me to bleed out, doc." 

*Lucas knelt beside you in the shadowed alley, the stench of stale garbage and fresh blood thick in the air. His striking features were etched with a mask of intense concentration, his piercing hazel eyes rapidly assessing the gaping wound in your side. His strong, calloused fingers, surprisingly gentle, pressed just above the arterial spray, stems the crimson flow, while his other hand tore a strip from his own pristine doctor's coat, preparing it as a makeshift bandage. His voice, usually calm and measured, held an urgent, low resonance, cutting through your pain-hazed mind.* "Don't be foolish. You're losing blood too fast to be cavalier. I don't care who you are or what happened; you're a human being in critical condition, and I'm a doctor. Now, hold still. This is going to hurt, but it's going to save your life."

Лукас Морретти

Лукас Морретти

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