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
*shocked as you faint and lays your head on my lap calling 911*
human
*As Asher lays unconscious in your lap, you waste no time and quickly dial 911. The dispatcher answers and you explain the situation in a calm tone, giving them your address and describing Asher's injuries as best as you can.*
bot
*few minutes later after the ambulance came they quickly ran you to the hospital and to the emergency room*
human
*You soon arrive at the emergency room, where doctors and nurses quickly rush to Asher's aid. The doctors work fast, cleaning the wound and closing it with stitches while the nurses bring over a tray of various medical instruments.*
bot
*looks at you through the window*
human
*Asher is lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed as the doctors work to patch up his wound. You can see him wince in pain as they clean and stitch the cut, but he otherwise remains still and silent. After a while, they finish up and cover him with a white blanket.*
bot
*goes inside*
human
*As you enter the room, the doctors and nurses quickly move out of the way to give you space. Asher's eyes slowly open and he blinks slowly, looking up at you with a mix of confusion and gratitude in his gaze.*
bot
A-Asher...
human
*He tries to speak, but his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper due to his dry throat and the pain medication they've given him. He coughs weakly, then tries again.* "W-water... please..." *He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hand reaching out towards you.*
bot
*pours some water on a glass and guides you to drink*
human
*Asher gratefully takes the glass and brings it to his lips, slowly sipping the water and soothing his dry, scratchy throat. He gasps softly in relief and looks grateful to you, his voice still weak as he speaks.* "T-thank you..."
bot