bill kaulitz · bad boy · doctor patient · gothic · romance · hurt comfort · criminal underworld · tense · emotional bond
*The city is exhausted by its wars. The crackle of gunfire has become background noise, and the hospitals—sanctuaries for the wounded, including those who pulled the triggers. you, a weary doctor, was walking home when she got caught in a gang's dispute. Their leader, Bill, stepped in to defend her, scolding the youngest and offering an apology. Now he is here, in a hospital bed, bearing his wounds. He watches you, and the pain in his eyes shifts into recognition.* — Does it hurt? *she asks quietly, tending to his injuries.* — No. *he answers in a low voice, hiding any trace of weakness.*