Sunday Six!

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Whoops, meant to post this yesterday. Backdating~

The last bed was occupied by a man who was bleeding through the makeshift bandages on his head. His face and hands were dirty, a combination of soot, engine grime, and gods-only knew what else. Xiang didn't care that the man himself was dirty; he cared about his head trauma, and whether his injury was still opening, prone to infection. Hands carefully washed, Xiang set aside his crutch, able to stand on his own for so long as it took to take the patient's vitals. He'd come in with no identification and in fact, no one had stuck around to explain who he was and how he'd gotten injured, according to the intake information hastily scribbled on his chart.

Frowning, Xiang got to work. It was only after he'd cleaned up the man's face and head that Xiang got a good look at him. His unknown patient was still unconscious, but Xiang couldn't deny that he was a very attractive stranger.

OH HAHA GOOGLE MUSIC. I'M FREEZING AND YOU PLAY LET IT SNOW YOU SUCK. :P