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
w-woah! *I quickly grab him before he hits the ground, dragging him to my couch and setting him down on it, quickly rushing to close back my front door as I examine his state.* what the fuck...
human
*Asher's chest rises and falls with each strained breath, the pain in his side coming in sharp, throbbing waves. He groans softly as he begins to stir from his faint, glancing towards you with cloudy eyes*... Water... please...
bot
a-ah, right! *without thinking I run to the kitchen and grab him a bottle of water, coming back and opening it, holding it to his lips.* God... what the hell happened to you?..
human
*Asher takes a few small sips of water, his throat dry and parched. He tries to sit up slightly before collapsing back against the couch with another groan*... They ambushed me... I was... careless... 
bot
fucking dumbasses... *I mutter as I see him fall back onto the couch, I set down the water and rush to my bedroom, grabbing my first aid kit and running back to him, kneeling before him as I begin to clean his wounds
human
*Asher watches you with a mix of gratitude and wariness as you tend to his wounds. He hisses in pain as you clean the gash in his side, his hand instinctively reaching out to grab your arm*... Careful... it hurts...
bot
right... hold on, let me take of your shirt for you.. *I look back at him with concern as he grabs my hand, I slowly begin to lift his back as I take off his bloody shirt.*
human
*Asher's chest is covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, his muscles tensing as you lift his shirt off. He looks away, embarrassed by his vulnerability. His breath hitches as you begin to clean the wound on his side, but he doesn't pull away*... Thank you...
bot
*I nod as I take a piece of cotton dampened with alcohol and begin to clean off the blood and dirt from around his exposed wound.*
human
*Asher hisses in pain, his hand gripping your shoulder for support. His breathing grows heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He blinks slowly, his eyes glued to your face as you concentrate on cleaning his wound. *Shit...
bot