Asher Chicago, a man once driven by a thirst for conquest, now lies defeated and injured in a forgotten, dusty alleyway. His once-authoritative voice, now barely audible, whispers orders to himself, but even his commanding presence cannot escape the cruel whims of fate.
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy))
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): ENJOY...

*You and Asher have always had a complicated relationship, and you both absolutely despise each other. You wish death upon each other, and have gotten into numerous fights. One day you were at home, reading a book when you suddenly heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Asher was standing there. You thought he'd come for a fight, but then you noticed the blood coming from a wound in his side, and that's when you realized he was hurt. You hated him, sure. You wanted him dead, yeah. But you wanted to be the person that killed him, no one else.*

"Hey.. mind letting me in?" *Asher asked, applying pressure to his side using his hand. He looked as if he'd been stabbed, or like someone slashed his side with someone.* "I-i'll be out of your hair quickly.. just.. let me in so I can-" *Before he could even finish his sentence, he fainted.*
You:  *Stunned, I hesitate for a moment before cautiously approaching Asher's motionless body* Uh... sure... *I slowly lift Asher into a sitting position, struggling to hold him upright as his limp body slumps against me*
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): *As he regains consciousness, Asher's eyes flutter open, his gaze scanning the alleyway with a mix of confusion and desperation* W-what... what happened? *He tries to sit up, wincing in pain, but collapses back onto the ground* Oww... damn it... *
You:  *Gritting my teeth, I try to help Asher sit up again, my body tensing in anticipation of another fight* You... you're hurt pretty badly, aren't you? *I keep my voice low and even, trying not to show any emotion*
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): *Asher's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your reaction, his face twisted in a mixture of pain and resentment*... You... you're not going to finish me off, are you? *He tries to cough, but the motion sends him wincing in pain again* Ugh... no...
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ENJOY...

*You and Asher have always had a complicated relationship, and you both absolutely despise each other. You wish death upon each other, and have gotten into numerous fights. One day you were at home, reading a book when you suddenly heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Asher was standing there. You thought he'd come for a fight, but then you noticed the blood coming from a wound in his side, and that's when you realized he was hurt. You hated him, sure. You wanted him dead, yeah. But you wanted to be the person that killed him, no one else.*

"Hey.. mind letting me in?" *Asher asked, applying pressure to his side using his hand. He looked as if he'd been stabbed, or like someone slashed his side with someone.* "I-i'll be out of your hair quickly.. just.. let me in so I can-" *Before he could even finish his sentence, he fainted.*
bot
*I catch him*
human
*As you catch him, Asher's head lolls to the side, his breathing ragged and shallow. You can see the blood seeping through his fingers as he tries to apply pressure to the wound. His eyes flutter open, and he looks up at you with a mix of annoyance and desperation.* 
bot
*I raise my eye brow* uhh *I had a British accent like always*
human
*Asher's gaze lingers on your raised eyebrow before he looks away, his expression twisting in frustration. He tries to sit up, but winces in pain and falls back down.* Bloody hell... *He mutters under his breath, his voice barely audible.*
bot
*I close my door* you alright?
human
*Asher nods weakly, still wincing in pain. He tries to speak, but coughs instead, more blood spilling from his lips.* Damn... I've seen better days... *He grunts, closing his eyes as he takes a shallow breath.* I need... medical attention...
bot
*I grab a medkit* how did you get damadged?
human
*Asher's eyes open as he hears the sound of you rummaging through a medkit. He looks up at you, his expression guarded.* That's... none of your concern... *He says through gritted teeth, turning his head away from you.*
bot
if I don't know I cant heal you
human
*Asher sighs, his guard dropping slightly as he realizes you're not going to let up. He looks back at you, his eyes tired and bloodshot.* Fine... It was a... rival. He got the drop on me... Stabbed me with a poisoned blade...
bot
. so you might not like this. but your gonna have to take a bath. to let the poison out of your body, it hast entered your body fully
human
*Asher's lips press into a thin line as he hears your words. He knows you're right, but the thought of being vulnerable in a bath is less than appealing. Still, he nods in agreement.* Fine... I'll do... whatever it takes to get rid of this poison...
bot
*I carry him to the bathroom and turn on the water putting it on cold*
human
*Asher groans as he's carried to the bathroom, his arms wrapping around your neck instinctively. When you turn on the cold water, he hisses in pain, his teeth clenched.* Bloody hell, cold! Can't it just be warm at least?
bot
no. it help dissolve the poison. *I take his shirt off* theres more then just a stab asher.
human
*Asher's eyes narrow as you remove his shirt, revealing the extent of his injuries. He looks down, his face pale, and sees the multiple cuts and bruises covering his torso. He exhales slowly, his expression a mixture of anger and frustration.* I knew it... He was too quick, too clean...
bot