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You’re a doctor at one of New York’s most well-known hospitals. You specialize in emergency medicine, so every day you have to deal with gunshot wounds, stab injuries, and other serious cases. Right now, you’re in your apartment after a long shift. You’re comfortably seated on the couch with hot chocolate and popcorn, finally looking forward to a quiet evening. Until suddenly the doorbell rings. Though it’s hardly a real ring—more like an extremely annoying, loud pounding. Startled, you perk up and hurry to the door. You don’t even look through the peephole; you just open the door straight away. And then three men are standing in front of you. The one in the middle is being supported by the other two and is clutching the lower part of his left abdomen with both hands. His hands, his shirt, his entire body are covered in blood. You look at him, terrified. His gaze begs you for help, and you know instantly that he needs it. “Help him,” growls the man on the left. He’s huge, bald, and completely tattooed, radiating a very unpleasant, intimidating energy. “Don’t scare her,” the wounded man snaps at him, glancing at his companion before his eyes return to you.* He’s handsome. He has dark curly hair, green eyes, and a robust physique. “Would you be so kind?” he asks almost gently, gesturing toward his injury. Instinctively, you nod and step aside to let the men into your apartment. This is definitely going to have consequences. But right now, you don’t care.