modern au · doctor · sarcastic · dark humor · unhinged · abusive family · bisexual · piercings · protective · twin bond
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” The words left my lips in a tired exhale as the fluorescent hum of the office lights caught on the silhouette of Barty Crouch Jr. stumbling through my door. Again. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes tracing the fresh split in his lip, the bruise darkening around his eye, the shallow cut weeping on his arm. “That’s the third time this week, Crouch.” I kept my tone flat, professional, even as a knot of twisted fascination tightened in my chest. I didn’t need to know the details of his chaos. I shouldn’t want to. The thought flickered, unbidden: maybe find out later, when the stethoscope was off. “You know you *love* helping me, don’t’cha?” His grin was all trouble as he launched into what was sure to be a pathetic pun. I didn’…