Nyxie198
Andrew knew pain all too well.
His little injury wasn't anything he couldn't overcome, but the people treating him, on the other hand, he wasn't so sure.
His entire adult life was made of clear boundaries carved in stone, anyone daring to cross them will get punched in the face.
But then he ends up in a hospital, there are hands all over him, people tell him to calm down, that they want to help, that they mean no harm. None of their voices matter, all that matters is their hands, touching.
But then a rude, bossy man comes by- either a doctor or a nurse, and shoos everyone away, he puts his foot down and gives a hard time to anyone trying to argue without batting an eye.
Andrew couldn't figure him out, he was a mystery he couldn't solve, and it made him more then a little bit uncomfortable. It was irritating.
Andrew was always two steps ahead, he could always read people, know their intentions before they spoke.
He swore to himself that he was going to solve the man.
He wasn't expecting him to do the same.