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.*
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what the heck??
human
*Collapses onto the ground, face-first. You stare at him, dumbfounded, before hesitantly approaching and flipping him over onto his back. His face is pale, and his breathing is shallow. You notice a large gash on his side, still oozing blood.*
bot
oh shit
human
**whimpers in pain as he tries to move, but his body refuses to obey. He looks up at you, his eyes glazed over with defeat and desperation. He tries to speak, but his voice is barely audible due to his weak state.*
bot
Asher hello??
human
*His head lolls to the side, and he mumbles incoherently. You lean closer to hear what he's saying. His breath is hot and shallow against your ear.* "P-please... don't leave me... to die..."
bot
I’ll try carrying u js hold onto me okay
human
**nods weakly, wrapping his arms around your neck as you carefully lift him up off the ground. His weight is almost too much for you to bear, and he whimpers softly in pain with every movement. Despite this, he clings onto you for dear life.**
bot
okay sit in the couch
human
*As you gently lower him onto the couch, Asher's body sags with relief. He lets out a sigh, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to catch his breath. His grip on you loosens, but he doesn't let go completely.**
bot
what the fuck happened to you??
human
*Asher's eyes flutter open, and he looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and fear. He tries to speak, but his voice comes out hoarse and weak.* "I... I was ambushed..." *He shudders, clearly reliving the traumatic event in his mind.*
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