Tag: The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent

  • The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 3-3

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 3-3

    “We would have gone to the emergency room if we could,” Ryan said, his voice barely civil as he tried not to growl at Axel. “We are pinned down here and we have to move soon. Doctor, I need your skill, or I would not have gone to the trouble of finding you.”

    “No.” Axel shook his head. “I will not help you.”

    “Wrong answer,” Ryan said and pulled out a gun from a holster inside his black suit jacket. He pointed the gun at Axel’s forehead and fear returned. Ryan’s gaze was different from the man he met earlier. Ryan looked like he might pull the trigger and move on to the next solution.

    “I’m sure my men explained everything earlier. I truly do not want to hurt you, Dr. Graysen. All we need is your skill then you can return to your quiet life. Are you willing to help?” Ryan demanded, blocking Axel’s view of the man on the stretcher.

    A severe frown on Ryan’s forehead grew as Axel hesitated with his answer.

    “I thought doctors are supposed to be empathic to the injured. What kind of bedside manner is this?”

    “You people broke into my apartment, pulled me out of my bed with a gun on my head, and dragged me out here with threats of death. Excuse me if I can’t pull up an ounce of sympathy,” Axel said, hating the fear in his heart.

    Axel turned to see the door behind him closed. The two men standing by the door stared at him, arms folded. The one on the right shifted, and his fingers flexed near his weapon too. He was the one who woke Axel, his voice so calm even as he made deadly threats.

    Axel swallowed hard and tried not to lose his mind from fear. He did not want to die.  His chest tightened, and he took in several breaths, feeling like he wasn’t getting enough to fill his lungs.

    “Dr. Graysen.” A gentle voice came from a distance.

    Axel bend over, sucking in air as he clung to the sound of that voice like a lifeline. Taking in a deep breath, he focused on the familiar voice when it said his name a second time.

    “Axel.”

    Axel looked up, and stared at the man sitting up on the stretcher, his right hand clamped over heavy bandages on his upper left arm. A gasp escaped his lips when he recognized Jeha.

    Jeha, his mysterious knight on the rooftop, the man with a devastating smile and keen blue eyes, was the patient on the stretcher.

    Axel pushed Ryan away and rushed to the foot of the stretcher, stopping to stare in shock at Jeha’s bleeding left upper arm.

    Jeha wore a white shirt, the sleeves stained with blood. The collar was opened, his tie long gone. Streaks of mud covered his dark slacks. His dark hair was a mess, and there was a scratch on his left jaw. The bandages on his left upper arm were soaked with blood. His blue eyes studied Axel with concern.

    “Axel, are you okay?” Jeha asked, his voice strained with clear pain.

    What had happened to him?

    “Am I okay?” Axel asked, hurrying around to Jeha’s left side. He reached out to steady Jeha when he swayed on the stretcher, threatening to fall back too fast. “What about you? How did you end up like this? Why are you bleeding? Were you kidnapped too?

    Axel was surprised by the dark chuckle that followed his questions.

    “I’m sorry Ryan’s men treated you so harshly. I had hoped they would have a gentle conversation with you. Kidnapping was not my intention,” Jeha said, wincing hard as he tried to keep sitting up, but he ended up falling back on the stretcher.

    Axel tried and failed to make the fall back softer on the wound on Jeha’s left arm. He winced when Jeha bit back a painful moan.

    “Axel, I need you to stop the bleeding on my arm.  I—”

    Jeha groaned as he tried to shift so that he could settle his upper left arm. He closed his eyes, clearly in pain, and let out a shaky breath.

    “I don’t think the bullet is in my arm. There is an exit wound. I’m worried about bleeding out,” Jeha said.  “We don’t have much time before we have to move again.”

    “Why don’t we have time?” Axel asked, pressing his fingers to Jeha’s neck to check his pulse. It felt steady, but that could change anytime. He didn’t like the look of the bloody bandages on Jeha’s left arm.

    “The people who shot Jeha are on a mad search for him,” Ryan said, his voice filled with urgency.  “If they find us here, I can’t guarantee your life, Dr. Graysen.”

    “Stop scaring my doctor,” Jeha said, sounding tired, even as he admonished Ryan.  “Axel—”

    “Why didn’t you go to the emergency room?” Axel asked. “Why are you joking around with your life? The emergency room has the equipment and qualified doctors who will know how to deal with a gunshot wound. You have a better chance of fighting off infection in the hospital. What if you bleed out here?”

    “Axel, can’t you fix me up first? And then I promise to answer all your questions,” Jeha said with a soft pained chuckle, directing a pleading gaze at Axel.

    “Don’t give me that look. Your people kidnapped me,” Axel said, his gaze accusing when he glanced at Ryan.  “They woke me up with a gun pressed to my face.”

    He still could not believe these people seemed to belong to Jeha. Was his mysterious knight a gangster? How sad! Just as he met an interesting man, he turned out to be a bad seed, a delinquent.

    Axel started to glare at Jeha, but Jeha closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip hard to endure the pain.

    Axel’s gaze softened and the need to help rose.

    He hated how disheveled Jeha looked. Jeha’s dark hair was slick with sweat, and a deep frown creased his forehead. There were strain lines on the corner of his lips. He was doing his best to hide his pain levels.

    “Who would shoot you?” Axel asked.

    “Work while you talk,” Ryan said, waving his gun at Axel.

    It set Axel’s heart skidding with fear.

    “If he dies, you die too,” Ryan warned.

    Jeha opened his eyes to look at Axel, his gaze was apologetic.

    “I’m sorry.  My best friend is scared I’m going to discover what the underworld looks like. Please help me,” Jeha said. “I promise to answer all your questions.”

    Axel sighed, completely defeated by his knight, and looked around the equipped medical center.  He spotted a sink on the opposite end of the room and started toward it only to have Ryan follow him, pressing his gun into Axel’s back.

    “Stop threatening me with your gun!” Axel said turning to glare at Ryan.  “Or you’ll send me into a panic attack and that won’t help Jeha.”

    Axel met Ryan’s harsh brown gaze.

    “We need to work together to make sure your friend comes out of this with a working arm. I need your help, so if you can put down the gun now. It’s just stressing me out. No one wants a stressed-out surgeon holding a scalpel. Move the stretcher closer.”

    Axel hurried to the sink, hoping Ryan would follow his instruction.  He started the water, and washed his hands with the disinfectant soap he found there.  It looked like someone with experience had stocked up the place.  Once his hands were clean, he reached for a box of surgical gloves sitting on the counter and turned to find Ryan had moved the stretcher closer to the sink counter.

    Axel wore a pair of gloves and got to work undoing the bloody bandages around Jeha’s left upper arm.

    “Who would shoot you?” Axel asked again as he worked.

    “My cousin and his merry band of goons,” Jeha said, biting his bottom lip hard when Axel finally unwrapped his wound and started a thorough inspection of the flesh wound.

    “Your family sounds tough,” Axel said. “Okay, you’re lucky the bullet did not cause critical damage on its way out. That is no reason to celebrate though. Your arm has a deep raw wound, Jeha. It’s going to be painful for a while.  I’m concerned there might be complications from excessive bleeding. Ryan, push the medical cart closer. What is this place? Why do you have all this equipment on hand?”

    Ryan pushed the medical cart closer and Axel thanked him with a nod.

    “This is a small clinic run by a hotel,” Ryan said.

    “Good, it will have the basics.”

    Axel checked the medical cart and found the items he needed to clean Jeha’s wound and bandage it. He made sure there was no danger of excessive bleeding. When he was sure no major damage would lead to trouble, Axel disinfected and cleaned the wound. His actions were fast and practiced. When the wound was treated, Axel gave Jeha a tetanus shot, a pain reliever, and a shot of antibiotics. He bandaged Jeha’s wound, finishing with a pressure bandage.

    Removing his gloves, Axel started opening compartments on the cart.

    “What are you looking for?” Ryan asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

    “A sling,” Axel said, irritated by Ryan’s distrustful attitude. “We need to immobilize his arm. I still think we should take him to a hospital. I would like to make sure the wound is truly clean. He needs X-rays to make sure there was no other damage and…and, we need to worry about an onset of infection. I am sure he will have a hard time later—”

    “Axel,” Jeha said, his voice soft. “Your worries are scaring Ryan. Give him a break.”

    “He needs a break? Don’t you think I need a break?” Axel asked, finally finding a sling in the bottom part of the cart.  “I was sleeping quite well earlier before his men dragged me here to play cops and robbers with you. Now I have to worry about managing your vitals. Wonder how we are going to monitor your infection levels, and I know you’re not planning on moving for the next hour, right?”

    “Wrong,” Ryan said, just as his cell phone started buzzing. He reached into his pocket and got his buzzing cell phone. “We need to move out of this place in the next ten minutes.”

    “Ryan, your friend needs rest,” Axel insisted, pressing his fingers to Jeha’s neck to check his pulse. “We’re not out of the woods yet. I don’t know how long Jeha was sitting in here with only bloody bandages covering his wound. He could have caught an infection when your people came to rudely kidnap me.”

    Ryan gripped Axel’s left arm, making him turn so that they were looking at each other.

    “Just so you have all the information needed to keep Mr. Wook healthy. Mr. Wook was shot fifteen minutes before my men showed up at your apartment to get you. The trip to bring you here took ten minutes. In short, Mr. Wook was shot roughly thirty minutes before you arrived. Is that a clear timeline?”

    “Yes,” Axel said, fighting the shakes as he held Ryan’s fierce brown gaze.

    “Good. Mr. Wook’s life is very important,” Ryan said. “We need to keep him out of danger. Now, we are going back out into the SUV and driving to a safe house. Can he walk?”

    “Will you carry him if I say no?” Axel frowned, glancing at Jeha who looked thoroughly amused. “Will he carry you?”

    “He will if you insist. Don’t encourage him. Ryan will really put me on his back,” Jeha said, shaking his head. “I feel steady enough to walk with help.”

    “Alright. I’ll move everyone around to confuse Moon. He’s looking for our location. Dr. Graysen, please help Boss get up on his feet.”

    Ryan answered his buzzing phone and moved away from them.

    Axel stared at Jeha for a full minute and then turned to the sink to wash his hands.

    “I’m sorry.”

    Axel finished washing and grabbed paper towels to wipe his hands dry. He faced Jeha then, feeling as unsteady as ever, and met Jeha’s piercing gaze.

    “Which part are you sorry for?”

    “Pulling you out of bed,” Jeha said with a wan smile. “Bringing you out here to play cops and robbers.”

    “Ryan’s people pulled me here,” Axel said. “I still need various answers from you.”

    Axel slipped his right arm under Jeha’s back and helped him sit up, keeping him steady.  He helped Jeha wear the black medical sling he had found, making sure Jeha’s arm remained immobilized against his chest.

    Axel adjusted the sling on Jeha’s left arm and then helped Jeha shift his feet to the side of the stretcher.  They paused long enough to give Jeha a moment to catch his breath.

    Jeha used his right hand to grip Axel’s left arm, making Axel look into his eyes. Their faces were so close, Axel could feel Jeha’s breath on his cheek.

    “I got careless today, trusting my cousin in good faith when we met. He shot me when I least expected it. Ryan got you for me out of panic,” Jeha said, sounding apologetic.  “Yesterday, I saw you at the hospital and told him that if I was shot, I would like you to take care of me.”

    “It sounds like excessive loyalty to me,” Axel said, glancing at Ryan who was pacing by the locked doors.  “Why would he kidnap me to help you? All you would need to do is show up at the hospital. I would have treated you without question, Jeha.”

    “You’re off for a week at the hospital from today,” Jeha said.

    “How do you know that?” Axel asked, frowning at Jeha.

    Jeha chose that moment to stand, so Axel had no choice but to help support him until he was steady.

    “I discover everything I need to about the people I like,” Jeha replied.

    “Like a stalker?” Axel asked. “Are you—?”

    “I’m a well-intentioned stalker,” Jeha cut in.

    “How did Ryan’s people enter my apartment?” Axel asked.

    “Axel, if I tell you that, you’ll run away,” Jeha said, with a heavy sigh. “I need you, so I can’t let that happen.”

    “I should run away on principle,” Axel said, noting that Jeha was swaying.

    Jeha needed to lie down and rest.

    The blood loss was probably more severe than he expected. Damn it.

    “We should go now,” Axel said to Ryan when Jeha swayed again. “It will be good to have him pass out in a place you’re comfortable having him stay for at least twenty-four hours.”

    “Let’s go,” Ryan said, opening the doors and his two men hurried ahead as Ryan waited for Jeha and Axel. “Boss, we are making it look as though we’re heading back to the usual penthouse.”

    “I trust you,” Jeha said, sounding tired. “If anything happens, protect Axel, as you would me.”

    “What is that supposed to mean?” Axel asked.

    Jeha glanced at Axel, his gaze conflicted.

    “Ryan will keep you safe,” Jeha said.

    Axel missed the chance for more explanations as they hurried out of the clinic, entered a dim corridor, and into an elevator. They rode downstairs in silence and headed out to a waiting black SUV. Axel had no time to ask more questions because a race to their unknown destination started and he was more occupied with making sure Jeha remained stable.

    ***

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  • The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 3-2

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 3-2

    “Dr. Graysen, are you awake?”

    Fucking yes he was awake.

    Axel sat up and the gun moved with him, never once leaving his forehead. He was unable to look anywhere but at the gun on him not even at the man holding the gun.

    “W-who a-are you? W-why are y-you in my apartment?”

    “I need you to dress up,” the answer came.  “I need you to fix up someone important.”

    “No.” Axel closed his eyes, forcing his brain to engage in thought. He needed to negotiate…if he left his apartment there was no way to know what would happen to him. He might end up dead in a ditch. “I’m not leaving with you—”

    “I know my gentle tone gives you the idea that I’m giving you a choice, Dr. Graysen. This is my fault. I apologize for the oversight. Let me be clear.  I am not giving you a choice. You do not have a choice, Dr. Graysen.  The gun pressed to your forehead is very real.  I will pull the trigger and make you hurt if you do not cooperate. I need you to come with us. You present an immediate solution, so you will not be able to escape us. I would prefer it very much if you cooperated. Time is of the essence.  Nod if you understand what I have said.”

    Axel closed his eyes, his fingers bunching his sheets, and he nodded.

    “Good.  Now, get out of bed. I have pulled out comfortable clothes from your closet.  They are at the foot of the bed.  You will dress, and then we shall leave your apartment.  Don’t try to run.  The five determined men with me will stop you if you try. I hope you choose not to try.  I would like it very much if I didn’t have to hurt you. Do you understand?”

    Axel bunched his sheets tighter. He truly did not want to be shot.

    He needed his phone. If he could just get to it, he could call for help.

    Axel glanced at the bedside table and panicked when he only saw the remote for the blinds.

    Where had he left his phone?

    Shit! His phone was in his book bag.  He remembered walking in and dropping his book bag on the living room floor next to the stupid coffee table.

    Damn it! Why?  Why was he so stupid?

    “Dr. Graysen?”

    Axel opened his eyes and winced when the gun on his forehead pressed harder.

    “I need you to dress. Nod if you understand what we’re doing next.”

    Axel cursed under his breath and nodded.

    “I’ll dress,” Axel said.

    “Good man, shift to the side of the bed.”

    Axel started moving to his left, but the gun pressed into his forehead, irritating him. He swallowed down his anger and glanced at his kidnapper.

    “Right side.  Put your hands up.”

    Axel lifted his hands up as he shifted to the right side of the bed until his feet were planted on the carpet. His assailant held out dark briefs.

    Axel wore them without fuss.  He then pulled on a pair of dark sweatpants, and the black t-shirt he was handed.  Black socks followed, and his newest pair of black sneakers.

    Axel wore each item like armor. It felt better to be covered than naked in a clear home invasion and kidnapping.

    A black zip-up hoodie came last.

    Axel pulled it on with shaky hands.  The man with the gun helped him zip up and helped fold the sleeves to his wrists.

    Axel had no chance to ask more questions as two men entered the bedroom and grabbed him by his arms.  He wanted to scream, but the man with the gun smiled waving his weapon at Axel.

    “Don’t think of shouting. I’ll punch your neck hard and it will hurt.”

    Axel breathed in working to control his anxiety levels.

    “Slow and steady, guys. We don’t want to attract too much attention in the hallway. Now to the next step.”

    Axel was led out of his apartment with no real chance to protest or call for help.  They walked down the hallway of his apartment building. Axel’s panic doubled as they rode the elevator. The elevator doors opened when they arrived at Basement Level 1. A dark hood was pulled over his head.

    Axel was then pushed into the backseat of a huge black SUV waiting for them the moment the doors opened.  Handcuffs were placed on his wrists and fear wrapped around him tightly as they took off.

    ****

    The ride to their destination felt long though it was only five turns around the city.  The SUV came to a stop in the back of a business building. The back doors opened.  Axel was pulled out of the backseat, and the two men holding his arms steadied him as they dragged him into a quiet hallway and into a private elevator.

    Axel bit his lip hard as the elevator started a fast ascend.  The doors did not ping as the elevator stopped; instead, they opened with a fast swish.  He was forced into a fast walk, a series of turns, and doors opened and closed.

    “Did you find him?”

    Axel frowned.

    The voice sounded familiar.  The memory of it was just out of reach.

    “Yes.”

    “Bring him in.”

    Axel’s arms were grabbed and he was forced into a brisk shuffle walk. 

    “Damn it! Why is he cuffed?”

    “Just in case he tried to escape.”

    “You’re ridiculous.”

    “Can’t help it,” the answer came with a soft chuckle. “Ryan said your life is very important.”

    The hands holding Axel’s arms disappeared and the cuffs were unlocked.  Axel rubbed his wrists and started to reach for the hood over his face. Only to have it pulled off.

    Axel blinked at the bright lights in the room and brought his hands up to cover his eyes.

    “Dr. Graysen, I’m Ryan. I’m sorry about the cuffs and the hood. They were not part of the plan.”

    Axel frowned when the man named Ryan stopped before him. He dropped his hands and stared at the taller man.

    “You have a patient who needs your help,” Ryan said.

    “Take him or her to the emergency room,” Axel said, hating the tremble in his voice. “I can’t help you here.”

    “You’ll find every medical tool you need here,” Ryan said.

    He shifted to his right, allowing Axel to have a good look at the room.

    Axel realized he was standing in a fully equipped medical room.  There was a man lying on a stretcher a few feet away behind Ryan. All Axel could see were the red soles of the man’s very expensive shoes.

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  • The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 3-1

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 3-1

    Axel Wakes up to a Rude Surprise

    Axel left the hospital on Friday morning with only three goals.

    Food, shower, and sleep.

    Axel stopped at the bistro in front of his building because he knew the chef. It was early but she always had ingredients in her pantry for him.

    Chef Suzie took one look at him and came out minutes later with his usual order of Thai chicken soup and a veggie sandwich to go with it. He thanked her with a grin and blew her a kiss.

    Food dealt with, he parked his car underground, as close as he could get to the elevator, then hauled his bag of food and his book bag. He locked the car and headed to the elevator feeling like an alien that needed to acclimate to real life.

    Upstairs, he opened the door to his apartment and almost groaned when he heard his mother talking to someone in the kitchen.  He had hoped to bypass conversation, eat in peace, shower, then sleep.

    “Axel?” Joyce Graysen called out.

    “Yeah, Mom,” Axel said, dumping his book bag on the floor next to the coffee table.

    Axel sat on the couch and shifted a pile of papers discussing pulmonary edema to the side.  He made enough room for his bowl of soup and his sandwich. Grabbing the spoon and fork that came with his food, he started on his soup.

    Joyce came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a cloth.

    “You’re here early,” Joyce said, glancing at her watch.  “It’s six o’clock in the morning.”

    “I have a week off thanks to covering shifts for others,” Axel said, taking three bites of the soup. “I need sleep before you introduce any topic.”

    “Okay,” Joyce nodded, folding the cloth she held.  Her gaze shifted over the sparsely decorated living room.  “I decided to populate your apartment with furniture.  It’s weird to see it looking so empty for so long.”

    “I have no objections,” Axel said, his stomach feeling better, at the very least it was not threatening to eat him up from the inside.

    “I would love input from you,” Joyce said.

    Axel glanced at his mother, and sat back on the comfortable couch, the bowl of soup in his hands.

    Joyce was a psychiatrist, a successful one too, her practice’s client list allowed her to afford his university fees.  Well, she had gotten help from his father, Dr. Clifford Graysen, who was now a retired cardiothoracic surgeon. Clifford preferred to teach new doctors now and romance his wife.  They made quite a pair, his parents.

    Axel loved them very much.

    “Mom, you know you don’t have to fill this living room with stuff for me. I don’t mind it being this empty. It gives me plenty of space for workouts.”

    “I don’t think that is true for one second,” Joyce said, shaking her head.  “The problem is that you have no time to think about it.  I remember how busy your father was when he was doing his residency. I’m surprised we managed to make you with how little time we got together.  Do you know you were probably conceived in a bathroom at Our Lady of Mercy where your father was doing his residency? We had to grab time when we could.  This is probably why you decided to become a doctor.”

    “I so did not need a visual of you and dad that way this early in the morning,” Axel said, placing his empty bowl of soup on the coffee table.  He rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh.

    Joyce chuckled.

    “It’s cute that you think your parents don’t have sex.”

    “Mom! I’m going to stop listening to you if you keep this up,” Axel said, reaching for his sandwich.

    “Your fridge is stocked,” Joyce said. “Janine came in early today.  I asked her to come in at this time so that we can redo our schedule to match yours.   If you have a week off from today, it means your time at home has changed.  I’ll adjust delivery times with her. Also, I left a reminder note on your fridge. We have a family dinner on Sunday.  Your Aunt Isabel is bringing her new boyfriend and her two sons.  She would like it very much if you were there.”

    “Can I skip it?” Axel asked.  “What if I’m on call?”

    “Show your face even if it is for a minute,” Joyce said.  “We will all understand if you have to leave.”

    “She’s going to try to set me up with one of her friend’s sons,” Axel complained.

    “Yes, she will because she cares about you.  It will keep happening until you find your own happiness,” Joyce said.  “Now, do you want orange or apple juice to go with your food?  Coffee is out if you want to sleep.”

    “Orange juice,” Axel said.

    Axel bit into his veggie sandwich and ate it like a soldier on a mission.  He was halfway through when his mother brought him a large glass of orange juice.  He drank it with a gulp and let out a belch, making Joyce shake her head in amusement.  She ruffled his messy hair and tugged at the blue scrubs he wore.

    “Go take a shower,” Joyce said. “I’ll clean up here.  Your coffee table needs rescuing.”

    “Will you start the laundry for me?” Axel asked, placing the empty sandwich wrap and the soup container in the bag from the bistro.  He wiped his hands on the napkins and stuffed them in the bag.

    “Sure, kid,” Joyce said, as he got up.  “Janine and I have the apartment under control.”

    Axel wrapped his mom in a tight hug, breathing in her expensive perfume, her warmth steadying him for a moment before he let go.  Joyce kissed his cheeks and scratched his scruffy jaw.

    “Don’t forget to shave,” she said when she let him go and he hurried in the direction of his bedroom.

    “I want to crash after the shower,” Axel said.

    “Have a good sleep. Janine and I will receive the furniture people for you. I will lock up on our way out,” Joyce said.  “Love you.”

    “Love you too, Mom.”

    Axel entered the master bedroom and went straight to the shower.  Within minutes, he was in a hot shower.  As the water sluiced down his body, he cupped his cock, washing it with a soft sigh. The only action his cock had gotten was with his hand lately.  He should have included sex in the list of his immediate needs, but sex needed a bit of effort.

    Dressing up, going out to the Raven Club on Deck Street…maybe tomorrow. Axel sighed at the thought.

    His eyes felt gritty, he closed them and his thoughts filled with the memory of Jeha.

    The handsome stranger he met on the rooftop a week ago.

    Axel wished he knew more about Jeha. He had been too busy after their encounter to try to discover more. The memory of vivid blue eyes had his cock thickening, but he was too tired to make any effort. He finished his shower quickly and dried off.

    Axel left the bathroom and went straight to the large bed in the middle of his bedroom.  He grabbed the remote on the bedside table, closed the blinds, and slid between the cool white sheets naked.  He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

    Axel woke up to the cold pressure of the muzzle of a gun pressed against his forehead. He lay frozen for a full minute, his eyes adjusting to the light in his bedroom. More importantly, the shock of a stranger in his bedroom, as a man with a long scar on his right temple leaned over him.

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  • The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 2-3

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 2-3

    Maria clutched his right arm when they were in the hallway. She looked beautiful in a black dress with long sleeves. She wore low heels. Jeha matched his footsteps to hers.

    “Are you hurt?” Maria asked as they walked along the corridor to the nurse’s station.

    “No,” Jeha said, patting her hand on his right arm.

    “I hope you’re not lying to me.”

    “I’m not lying, Mom. I’m healthy.”

    “Okay. Moon is jealous of you,” Maria said.  “He wants your position and is willing to do all underhanded things to get it.  It’s understandable, but you should not tolerate it. Show him your strength.  Don’t let him bully you.”

    “Yes, Mom.”

    Maria stopped when they reached the nurse’s station.  She turned to face Jeha and narrowed her gaze.

    “I hope these years you’ve resolved your doubts. I hope you’ve come to understand how much we love you, Jeha.  Knowing how much it would destroy me if something happened to you, I hope you take care of yourself.  Don’t get hurt. And, don’t get shot. Don’t—”

    Omma,” Jeha interrupted her, leaning in to kiss her right cheek.  “I’ll be very careful and when I’m done, I’ll come to eat your food.”

    Maria nodded, biting her bottom lip. She reached up to caress his right cheek.

    Ryan came up behind Jeha, and Maria let go of Jeha.

    “Ryan,” Maria said, clearing her throat, as Jeha buttoned his suit jacket.  “I’m leaving my son in your care.”

    “Yes, Mrs. Wook,” Ryan said.

    “We have to go,” Jeha said.

    “Mm,” Maria nodded, smoothing her hand over Jeha’s shoulder, her fingers smoothing the expensive fabric of his suit.  “Today is Thursday. I hope it only takes you two weeks to manage Moon. Come home on the last Sunday of this month. Let’s have lunch together with your Pa. I’ll make your favorite.”

    “I’ll be there,” Jeha promised.

    Jeha brushed a kiss on her right cheek again.  He happened to glance at the nurse’s station and saw Sandy watching them.  Jeha gave her a nod, making her blush, and then led the way to the elevators.

    Ryan pressed the down arrow and they entered the elevator when the doors opened.

    Jeha watched his mother as she stood by the nurse’s station watching him leave.  The elevator doors closed and his childhood memories and the reasons why Moon wanted to fight him filled his thoughts.

    Jeha was born an orphan.

    His Korean birth mother died at the hospital during childbirth.  He was a dark-haired boy with blue eyes, so his father was clearly from the Kingdom of Aeras. The hospital could not find him because his mother did not write down his father’s name, nor did she write down her next of kin.

    And so, Jeha became a ward of the Aeras Kingdom at birth.

    He lived in an orphanage managed by Prince Kleopas of Aeras for three months until Yisu and Maria Wook walked into the place and adopted him on sight.

    His new parents named him Jeha Wook and handed him a heavy legacy.

    During his teenage years, Jeha sometimes wondered what his life would have looked like had he remained the ward of the state.  He struggled with the answers for a while, and then stopped because it was useless. Maria and Yisu loved him too hard for him to keep at it.

    Jeha could not turn back time, and he was not sorry Yisu and Maria loved him on sight.  He was grateful Yisu thought him worthy of the Wook family legacy.  He was his parents’ only child.  The son they presented to the Wook Family’s patriarch, Chae Wook.

    The one now responsible for the care of the Wuga Group, and a clan with over two hundred Wooks who expected that their burgeoning assets continued to make profits. Jeha’s parents and his grandfather had bred him for this position.  Because they had, Jeha owned the right in full, so he would drag Moon back in line no matter what.

    The elevator doors opened into the emergency department floor.  It was the one place in the hospital that was always filled with people day and night. Nurses and doctors doing their best to fight a battle between life and death. Most times, they won, other times…not.

    Axel’s tears filled Jeha’s thoughts.

    Jeha stepped out into the corridor, and almost collided with Axel Graysen.

    Axel was dressed in blue scrubs, his doctor’s coat, and white crocs on his feet. He was also in a full run.

    Ryan pulled Jeha out of the way, letting the doctor run past them.

    Axel was six feet tall, in true fit form. He moved with practiced grace.

    Had to be all the running, Jeha thought.

    Axel’s brown hair was a tangled wavy mess on his head.  The doctor must have been sleeping or had not slept yet.

    Jeha followed Axel out of curiosity.  His security team emerged behind him from the cafeteria.  Jeha searched the Emergency Room, wondering where he had lost the good doctor.

    Then, Axel appeared. There he was, kneeling on the side of a rolling stretcher, performing compressions on a patient’s chest.  Two nurses and a second doctor pushed the stretcher working to keep it steady as they moved.

    “Make way,” the nurse shouted, and Jeha realized she was looking in his direction.

    Jeha turned to Ryan, and they both motioned for his security team to help clear a path to the elevator. In seconds, the hallway was clear, and the elevator doors were held open by two of Jeha’s men.

    The stretcher rolled past Jeha, moving as fast as it could.

    Axel’s gaze met Jeha’s for a second as they passed.

    The determination Jeha read in Axel’s brown eyes in that second filled him up. Axel kept working, even as they maneuvered the stretcher into the elevator.  He did not stop pumping his hands in a clear quest to keep his patient alive.

    Jeha smiled as the elevator doors closed.

    “If I’m ever in danger of dying, find him,” Jeha said.

    Ryan scowled.

    “Don’t joke with things like that when we’re about to fight Moon, Jeha Wook.”

    “I’m just saying,” Jeha said, heading out of the hospital with a wide smile.

    It was interesting how much Axel made him smile on sight.

    “Where to?” Ryan asked when Jeha’s car rolled up to the curb, Ryan had called the driver.

    “To collect Moon’s Chemist,” Jeha said.

    Now that he had his grandfather’s permission, he would take control of the clubs and stop Moon. The faster he ended this the better. He wanted to get to know Axel Graysen and it would not happen when he was in the middle of a major family conflict.

    Ryan opened the back passenger door for him.

    “Harris from our investigating team reported back when you were with Chairman Wook. Moon’s Master Chemist has been spotted entering a warehouse in the Industrial District,” Ryan said.

    “Of course,” Jeha said with a small scoff.  “I wondered why Moon purchased land in the area a year ago. He must have made a hideout out there. It’s perfect. Call everyone not assigned to protection duty to join us.  Pa has authorized the use of his team. Make sure everyone understands that things will get messy if we don’t move fast. I want the Master Chemist in our control as soon as possible.”

    “I’ll make the call,” Ryan said, reaching for his cell phone.

    Jeha slid into the backseat, and Ryan closed the door.  They waited two minutes as Jeha’s security team boarded the two cars: one in front and one at the back of Jeha’s car.

    Ryan slid into the front passenger seat and started making calls.

    “Ryan, don’t forget to get a team for the top floor of the hospital,” Jeha said, glancing at the emergency room entrance.  “Moon is crazy enough to start a coup.”

    “Already done,” Ryan said.

    Jeha hoped the fight with his cousin would not get too bad.  He truly wanted to find time to discover more about Dr. Axel Graysen. The doctor lingered in his thoughts since their moment on the hospital’s rooftop.

    Was Axel always so passionate about saving lives? What made him so driven?  Was he dating anyone?

    Jeha smiled at the prospect of discovering it all.

    ****

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    Omma – means mom

  • The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 2-2

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent 2-2

    Jeha shook his head when his parents and his grandfather all leveled their expectant gazes at him.

    “First, it’s unkind of you to threaten Ryan with his job,” Jeha said to Yisu.  “He is my good friend.  I would be the one to suffer and miss him if he left.  Stop threatening me with him.”

    “You deserve it,” Yisu said.  “He is in charge of your safety and you got him to lie to your family.  Now we discover you’re keeping important information from us.”

    “I needed to,” Jeha said.

    Jeha moved closer to his grandfather’s bed, wishing he understood the numbers on the monitors above the bed. Instead, he studied his grandfather’s face, searching for signs of pain, relief filling him when he saw none.

    “Grandpa, how are you feeling?  I was at the office and discovered something that needs your permission. I’m sorry to have brought work to the hospital when you’re ill.”

    “Don’t worry so much. I’m doing better, Jeha,” Chae Wook said.  “Find a seat.  What do you want to ask me?”

    Jeha pulled a chair from near the wall and arranged it on the right side of his grandfather’s bed.  He unbuttoned his suit jacket and tugged his trousers up as he sat.

    “If you are about to talk about the reasons why someone is trying to kill you, don’t leave anything out,” Yisu said, his glare enough of a warning.

    “Yes, Pa,” Jeha said with a nod.  “Grandpa, Uncle Chung’s son, Moon, is manufacturing a synthetic drug called Rapture.  He is pushing it out through the three Raven Clubs under their family’s care.  Rapture’s formula is unstable.  Moon has dropped off overdosing clients in our emergency room downstairs to handle the aftermath of use.  I have my men cleaning up after him to keep our family’s involvement out of an ongoing police investigation. The worst of it happened a week ago. Three people died, and one is still in a coma.”

    “Damn it,” Yisu cursed.  “This means there are victims who did not make it to the emergency room.”

    “There is a possibility,” Jeha said. “The police have engaged help from one of the doctors downstairs who worked a shift on a particularly bad night. Dr. Graysen has an agreement with the detectives in charge to call in any influx of patients to the ER with symptoms caused by Rapture. I had hoped I would be able to clean up Moon’s mess before I brought the situation to you.”

    “Moon is bringing the overdosing clients to the emergency room to share the blame,” Yisu said.  “The clubs have been clean. Why would he start selling drugs again?”

    “I don’t know. Right now, I’m working on controlling him with the power that Grandpa warned him last time,” Jeha said.  “If any of the clubs sell synthetic drugs, they will revert back to our family.  Unfortunately, Moon has refused to listen to my numerous reminders.”

    “Damn it,” Yisu cursed.  “What have you done to contain the problem?”

    “We are watching the emergency department downstairs,” Jeha said.  “We’re making sure the patients don’t have a clear name on who sold them the drugs, just until we can deal with the source of the problem.  On the outside, I’ve been chasing down Moon’s chemist.”

    “Is that why you’re in trouble?” Yisu asked.

    “Partly,” Jeha said.  “Moon was using one of the Wuga Hotel warehouses along the docks for manufacturing.  I shut the factory down and took over all the hotel’s warehouses. Moon retaliated with a grenade delivered to my apartment on Moven Street.”

    Maria gasped, and Yisu wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

    “Thankfully, Ryan neutralized it before it could cause damage.  We could not track the package back to Moon, but I know it is his doing. The last few days have been full of adventure. There have been gunshots on the street.  Poisoned food at my favorite noodle joint, and the brakes cut on my car.”

    “Move home,” Maria said, her eyes filled with worry. “Move back home right now.”

    “I can’t yet, not until I clean this up. In any case, I’m no longer at my old apartment. Ryan insisted I move to the new apartment building we have on Main Street, near the Anastasia Grand Hotel.  The building is waiting for a housing code inspection.  The top floor is complete and I’m the only one using it.  Ryan feels it is the easiest place to keep security tight.”

    “Does Moon want to start a war?” Yisu asked, his voice rough with anger.  “His father has yet to pay back the loan he took from me last year.  Uncle Tae Wook should take charge of his sons.  The clubs were not a gift to misuse, but a means for them to live.  Jeha should not be managing Moon’s mistakes.”

    “You’re wrong,” Chae Wook said.  “Yes, Tae Wook’s grandson is misbehaving, but Jeha is going to manage our Wuga Group in the future. He should be able to control Moon if he hopes to keep the rest of the family in line.  Managing his cousins is not easy work, but he has to do it. What do you need from me, Jeha?”

    “I’m doing my best to close Moon’s factories, but it’s not enough. He just sets up a new one. Rapture has flooded the Raven Clubs. I’m worried Moon will start distributing in other clubs around Capital City.  We have closed three factories this last week,” Jeha said.  “So, what I need to do is find Moon’s Master Chemist and shut him down before the authorities move on the clubs.”

    “Do you want a meeting with Airam the Spaniard?” Chae Wook asked.  “Assure him that Wuga is not trying to encroach on his market share.  Our alliance with Airam is still delicate.”

    “We are not ready,” Jeha said.  “Moon needs to be under control before we sit at the table with Airam.  Our house will look dysfunctional if Moon then approaches him after our meeting”

    “I understand. You need Moon’s Master Chemist to stop production. Then, we need to cut off distribution access, which means taking control of the three Raven Clubs,” Chae Wook said. “Jeha needs me to meet with my little brother, Tae Wook, and his two sons, Chung and Minho.”

    “Yes. If you can get Uncle Chung to manage Moon, I will be glad,” Jeha said.  “Only then can I meet with Airam to appease him in case Moon has encroached on his sales avenue.”

    “And to warn him not to take on Moon’s product offers,” Chae Wook said.  “Our family does not make money from drugs.”

    “Grandpa understands me.  I did not want to make a major move against Moon without your permission.  I’ll need force to take control of Moon’s Master Chemist,” Jeha said.  “Moving on my cousin this way will trigger a retaliation response. I came to ask for permission.  You’re here in the hospital and we’ll need to secure the floor in case Moon gets his ambitious ideas.”

    “So much trouble,” Yisu sighed.

    They all sat in silence for another moment, then Chae Wook shrugged.

    “Moon has already made his first aggressive move toward you. Jeha needs to show strength in response. You don’t need my permission. You have my full support. Yisu,” Chae Wook said. “Place the men in your team under Jeha’s command. We need to help Jeha secure our businesses.”

    “Can you handle a fight with your cousin?” Yisu asked Jeha. “It’s not easy to put your family under threat, Jeha.”

    “He must learn,” Chae Wook said, his tone decisive, his dark brown gaze hard.  “Wuga’s industries cannot be dragged in the mud so lightly. Moon is using our hospital’s emergency room as a means to manage his overdosing clients.  He is clearly causing us harm and painting a clear target on Jeha.  The clubs make good money, but if they have a dirty business, it will spill over to the rest of the family’s growing businesses. We have no choice but to clean up after him.”

    “Why don’t they ever think of the bigger picture?” Yisu complained.

    “Because it is your job, and Jeha’s job,” Chae Wook said. “Jeha take over the clubs. Re-brand them or lock them down if needed.  Find a way to manage Moon’s people.  Yisu, use the hospital’s administration team to manage Dr. Graysen. If possible, get the team to do a piece on the doctor’s heroic fight for the victims in the paper. Give the hospital positive PR and cover up our involvement with the Raven Clubs.”

    “Dr. Graysen does not look like he appreciates the spotlight,” Jeha said, fighting a small smile at the memory of the crying doctor on the roof a week ago.  He had wanted so much to pull Axel into his arms to offer comfort.

    “We’ll see what happens,” Yisu said.

    “Jeha, Moon’s father will interfere. Chung is not easy to deal with. He feels his family is on par with ours.  It will place you in a difficult situation,” Chae Wook said.  “Protect yourself, even as I hope we can have an amiable result.  Don’t hurt him too much.  They are still family.”

    Jeha nodded and got up.

    “I will do my best,” Jeha said.

    “We’re all depending on you,” Chae Wook said.

    “Yes, Grandfather,” Jeha said.  “Please get well soon.  I look forward to having a meal with you when you get home.”

    Chae Wook smiled, reaching for Jeha’s left hand.  His hands shook and felt fragile when they gripped Jeha’s strong hand.  Fear squeezed Jeha’s heart at the sight of his grandfather looking so frail. The dark signet ring he wore on his left middle finger looked as though it was swimming, highlighting his grandfather’s weight loss.

    Jeha suffered a moment of panic. This man always seemed larger than life to him.  It was too difficult to see him in a hospital bed.

    “Eat more while you’re here,” Jeha urged.

    “Don’t worry so much,” Chae Wook said, giving him a small smile.  “I’ll be out of this room soon. I’m hoping to play a round of golf with you.  Will you make the time?”

    “Always, Grandpa,” Jeha said.

    “Good,” Chae Wook said, patting Jeha’s hand, he let go with a light squeeze.

    Jeha started to leave and his mother got up.

    “I’ll walk you out,” Maria said her tone not leaving room to protest.

    Jeha let her lead the way out the door.

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  • The Man I like Might Be a Delinquent 2-1

    The Man I like Might Be a Delinquent 2-1

    Jeha and the Wook Family Legacy

    A week later, a nurse emerged from a private hospital room at the Wuga Hospital.  She removed her gloves and threw them into the surgical bin standing against the wall in the hallway.  The nurse pressed on the sanitizer dispenser mounted above the bin and turned to her right, heading to the nursing station.  She stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening when she saw the group of ten men walking toward her.

    Jeha Wook was used to this reaction on the nurses’ faces.

    The ten men following him were a necessity he could no longer deny. This past week had turned into a trial.  The guards dressed in black tailored suits, their facial expressions varying degrees of unfriendliness were his saviors.

    The nurse started to move to the side to let them pass, her gaze full of hope that they would ignore her.

    Too bad for her, she had come out of a room that interested Jeha the most.

    “Afternoon,” Jeha said, stopping right before her.  He checked her nametag and smiled. “Sandy.”

    “A-afternoon,” Sandy said, glancing at him, her gaze shifting to the ten men who spread out in the rest of the hallway.  “How may I help you, Mr. Wook?”

    “I want to ask how my grandfather is doing this afternoon,” Jeha said.  “Did he eat anything for lunch?”

    “He did,” Sandy said, dragging her gaze away from the men checking the hospital rooms in the hallway.  “Shouldn’t you stop them from opening doors to other patients’ rooms?”

    “It’s a necessity, Sandy,” Jeha said, waving the matter off.  “I’ll apologize to anyone who feels offended. What did grandfather eat?”

    “Um,” Sandy frowned when Ryan returned to Jeha’s side and gave him a nod, clearing the hallway.

    “Sandy?” Jeha prompted.

    Sandy looked at Jeha, her expression blank, and his right brow rose in question.

    “Y-your grandfather ate scrambled eggs and a shredded broccoli salad,” Sandy said.  “He asked for a glass of red wine, but his diet is restricted.  We substituted his request and gave him a glass of cranberry juice.”

    “Did he clear his plate?” Ryan asked.

    Sandy sighed.

    “No, he only ate half his plate.  His appetite has not returned, yet.  We’re working on it.”

    “Thank you for taking care of him so well,” Jeha said, and then urged her to continue down the hallway.

    Sandy hurried away to the nurses’ station, though her gaze returned to the men now lining the hallway.

    “The security team in the hallway does look excessive,” Jeha said, watching them, trying to put himself in Sandy’s shoes.  “Ryan, send them to eat lunch in the cafeteria.  The meal is on me.”

    “What about you? What if—?” Ryan started.

    “I have you, don’t I?” Jeha smirked.  “I’m not useless in a fight either.  Besides, Moon won’t try anything in such a public place where Grandpa can see him. The team can find me when we’re leaving through the emergency room. Let’s not worry my parents.”

    Ryan nodded and motioned for their men to head to the cafeteria.

    Jeha took in a deep breath, steadying himself, and then he knocked on the hospital room door.

    “Yes.” A gruff voice said in answer.

    Jeha opened the door and fought the urge to step back when he saw his parents sitting on two chairs at the foot of his grandfather’s hospital bed.

    His grandfather, Chae Wook, sat propped up on his hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown and a fine black wool sweater knitted by Jeha’s mother, Maria. The covers pulled up to his waist to keep him warm.

    Chae Wook sat watching Jeha’s parents, a complicated expression on his face. It looked as though they had been discussing something important. The conversation stopped when they saw him.

    Chae Wook gave Jeha all his attention, even gifting him a warm smile despite his illness.

    Jeha stopped a few feet away from the bed and lowered his head in greeting, first to his grandfather, and then to his parents.

    Ryan followed suit a step behind him, and then Jeha motioned him to leave. He started to turn, but then Jeha’s father stopped him.

    “Ryan, stay,” Yisu Wook said his tone hard to ignore.  “Close the door.”

    “Yes, Sir.”

    Ryan closed the hospital room door and faced Jeha’s father.

    “I’m going to ask you one question,” Yisu said, sitting back in his chair, he folded his arms against his chest and leveled his gaze on Ryan.  “I expect a truthful answer, or you’ll end up working in the satellite Wuga Retirement Center at the border of Aeras Kingdom.  You won’t see Jeha again. Do you understand?”

    “Yes, Sir,” Ryan said, stepping up to stand just behind Jeha’s right side.

    Jeha stayed still, fixing his gaze on the monitors above his grandfather’s bed.

    “Why have you increased security around Jeha?” Yisu asked.  “The nurses have noted a ruckus when he walks in this last week.  The nurse, Sandy, asked us about it. We handled her inquiries, but I got curious. You haven’t reported any trouble to the main house.  I suspect it is because Jeha does not want us to know the truth.  I’m expecting an answer, or we transfer the guard around Jeha including you, Ryan, to another facility.”

    Jeha heard Ryan let out a defeated sigh.

    They had been expecting this, especially after the rapture incident a week ago.

    Jeha had not wanted to disturb his grandfather with Moon’s indiscretions.

    Chae Wook was already experiencing severe stress ulcers.  They had rushed him to the hospital after a bad episode of stomach pain. It was so bad that Dr. Raff was afraid Chae Wook had cancer and ended up subjecting Chae Wook to a battery of tests.

    They had all breathed a sigh of relief when Dr. Raff cleared Chae Wook free of cancer.

    Jeha was grateful his grandfather was free of cancer, but he did not want to add to his grandfather’s stress. So, he had kept recent events hidden from his parents and his grandfather.

    Now, he could only be glad they were in the hospital.  If anything happened with his grandfather, after the coming conversation, the nurses and doctors were in-house.

    Jeha bit his bottom lip to keep from speaking, but he gave Ryan a thumbs up behind his back releasing him to tell the truth.

    Ryan let out a sigh of relief.

    “Boss has lived through some trouble this past week,” Ryan said.  “We have thwarted seven attempts on his life.  We cannot avoid having a security team following him anymore.”

    “Why do we know nothing about this?” Yisu asked, his narrowed gaze shifting to Jeha.

    “Boss asked us to keep the attempts on his life out of the daily reports to the main house,” Ryan said.  “He worried it would stress Chairman Wook even more.”

    The room fell silent and Jeha swallowed when he noted his mother’s frown.

    “Who is attacking Jeha?” Yisu asked, breaking the silence.

    Ryan paused this time.

    A minute passed, in which Jeha met his grandfather’s gaze.

    Chae Wook’s gaze widened in understanding.

    “Speak,” Maria prompted Ryan.  “My husband asked you an important question.”

    Ryan cleared his throat.

    “Boss is investigating a problem with the three Raven Clubs under his cousin’s care,” Ryan said, his voice trembling slightly.  “He wanted to keep his interest on a need-to-know basis so as not to ruffle feathers.  We tried our best to keep the investigation quiet, but we failed.”

    “A problem with the clubs,” Yisu said, his tone turning thoughtful.

    He dropped his hands from his chest and looked at Jeha as realization grew.

    “Thank you for your hard work, Ryan.  You can step out now. Thank you for being honest with us.”

    Ryan left the room in fast strides, closing the door with the gentlest of clicks. He would wait for Jeha outside.

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  • The Man I Like Might Be a Delinquent

    The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent Book Cover

    Title: The Man I Like Might Be A Delinquent
    Status: Ongoing
    Chapters:
    Category: Modern
    Tags: mmromance, Axel Graysen, Jeha Wook, Family Business, Doctor, Love at First Sight, Aeras Kingdom World
    Description:
    After a strange anticlimactic kidnapping, Axel Graysen is pulled into the tumultuous world of the Wook Family. Axel treats Jeha Wook’s gunshot wound and ends up treating the oddly large team of brothers who work for Jeha. The problem is that Jeha’s people all seem like delinquents, and Jeha is the largest delinquent of them all. Axel worries about how he will keep the man he likes from getting hurt again.


    Chapters

  • The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent 1-2

    The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent 1-2

    Jeha Wook stood by the railing on the rooftop at the Wuga Hospital, taking in the city lights and the large moon shining in the sky. His thoughts were preoccupied with his grandfather.

    Chae Wook was admitted with acute ulcers caused by stress.

    Jeha could not believe it. He loved his grandfather so much; it scared him to see him ill and lying on a hospital bed.

    “We have a problem,” a soft-spoken male voice said behind him.

    When did they never have a problem?

    Jeha cleared his throat and slipped his hands into his pockets.

    “What is it?” Jeha asked.

    “Moon has sent around thirty kids to the Wuga Emergency Department.  They overdosed on Rapture at his club. So far, there have been three confirmed deaths, including one possible brain-dead patient. Either way, we’re on the verge of a crisis.”

    Jeha closed his eyes wishing Hades would come and collect his stupid cousin.

    “I shut down his rapture factory last week,” Jeha said, through gritted teeth.  “Where did he get the product?”

    “He probably had standing stock.  We’re doing the best we can to handle the paperwork downstairs.  The incident has drawn too much attention. The police are on site taking statements.  We can’t stop an investigation.  The patients are too many.”

    “Damn it.”

    Jeha opened his eyes, anger rising.  He would have started a rant, but then the door to the roof opened and a lean man stumbled onto the roof.  He looked exhausted, he wore scrubs, Jeha guessed he was a doctor or nurse.

    Jeha blinked when the doctor bent over and puked hard.

    “Find out where Moon is,” Jeha said with a frown, his gaze on the lean man.  “Send people to take over Wuga Hotel’s warehouse block and take control of Moon’s supply routes. Monitor the clubs too but do not interfere. I don’t want us to draw any attention from the police.”

    “I think that is one of the doctors working the emergency room tonight.  His name is Dr. Graysen.”

    “Oh,” Jeha said, his interest in the lean man rising.  “Hm, get downstairs and see what needs to be cleaned up.  The Wuga name should not come up in connection with Rapture.  I’ll talk to the doctor.”

    “Okay.”

    Dr. Axel Graysen finished puking and Jeha stopped his best friend.

    “Ryan, will you please bring me a bottle of water before you go?” Jeha asked.

    Ryan nodded and hurried to the exit.

    ***

    Axel cried hard until the worst of the pressure in his chest eased.  When he could breathe easier, he let out a soft sigh, and wiped his eyes with his palms, taking in several deep breaths. He dropped his hands to his lap when a bottle of water appeared before him.

    Axel looked up to find a very handsome man smiling at him.

    “Water is good for you after a bout of tears.”

    Trust him to meet a perfect man right after he had puked his guts and cried his eyes out like a baby. Axel let out a defeated chuckle at the charming smile, looking at the bottle in the man’s hands.

    “It’s safe,” the handsome man said, his voice gentle, making Axel look up to meet his warm gaze. “The bottle is still sealed.”

    Axel took the bottle because he needed to escape piercing blue eyes.  Uncapping the bottle to have something to do and to brush off the embarrassment of having been caught crying.

    He took a sip of the cool water, rinsed his mouth, and then drank the rest feeling extremely thirsty. Then, he stared at the empty water bottle when he was done.

    “Feeling better?”

    “Yes, thank you,” Axel said, looking up to meet a worried blue gaze. “What are you doing up here?”

    “I was looking for fresh air.  Hospitals can be very suffocating.”

    “Do you have family here?” Axel asked.

    “Yes.  My grandfather is ill. He is admitted here.”

    “I’m sorry,” Axel said. “I hope he feels better soon.”

    “Me too.  What about you?  Why are you so upset?  Talking about it to a stranger will make you feel better.”

    The handsome man sat next to him on the concrete slab and Axel stilled when his heart skipped a beat.  He instantly liked everything about his unknown knight.

    This handsome stranger fit his type to a tee. Devastating looks, able to pull off tailored navy-blue suits, and boasting a clean-cut appearance. He even smelled very good.

    Axel sighed.

    “You’re wearing scrubs. You must be a doctor. Did something happen to a patient? Is that why you’re upset?”

    Axel placed the empty water bottle in the space between them and wiped a hand down his face.  He wanted to escape the mess happening downstairs, but he couldn’t. The image of the nineteen-year-old girl he had lost minutes ago filled him. His chest tightened and he let out a soft sigh. The dead lingered with him.

    “I couldn’t save three patients tonight,” Axel said, heart aching. “It feels like I failed them, and it was too much to deal with so I came up here. I needed a few minutes.”

    “I’m sorry.”

    “I’ve been a doctor for a while. One would think calling time of death should be easier by now.” Axel frowned. In truth, his emotional overload was due to stress and exhaustion.  “Still, I wish I could have saved the three of them.  Give them another chance. Time in the emergency room is kicking my butt tonight.”

    “How many patients came in tonight?”

    “The emergency room is busy as always. We just dealt with an influx of twenty patients with critical symptoms in three hours,” Axel said, shaking his head. “Three dead, one is in the balance. The full moon is at work tonight and I’ve already broken down.”

    “You saved sixteen. Sixteen lives are saved.”

    Axel glanced at the handsome man, surprised by the positive outlook.

    “Yes.” Axel agreed with a small nod. “But—”

    “We can’t win all battles. We lose some so that we can learn a lesson and continue to fight again.”

    “And what battles do you fight?” Axel asked, shifting to face the handsome stranger.

    A soft chuckle came and before he could get an answer to his question, the door to the roof opened to reveal a second man. This one was taller, bulkier, and also dressed in a tailored suit.

    “Sir,” their intruder said.

    “Ryan.”

    “You are needed,” Ryan said.

    The handsome stranger smiled at Axel. Blue eyes studied Axel with curiosity. They made Axel want to discover more about his unexpected knight.

    “I have to go, Doctor. Will you be all right up here? Should I worry about leaving you alone?”

    Axel smiled. He could not help it for some reason. He could not remember anyone outside his immediate family asking him this question. It felt…nice, and charming.

    “I’ll be fine. I’m sure someone will be calling me to head back to ED soon.”

    “Good.” A nod and another devastating smile.  “It’s always easiest to get back on the horse once you fall off. Never wallow in what you cannot change.”

    Axel agreed with a nod and felt sad when the handsome stranger got up to join his friend Ryan.

    “Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” Axel said.

    “Jeha.  What about you?”

    “Axel. Axel Graysen. If you ever need treatment, find me. I’ll see to it.”

    “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Axel Graysen.”

    “You too,” Axel said, but Jeha had already gone into the stairwell leading into the hospital.

    For a full minute, Axel wished he had gotten Jeha’s number.

    But he had no time to dwell on it because his phone beeped.

    Nina was calling.

    Axel got up and decided to take Jeha’s advice. He hoped the rest of his night would get easier.

    ****

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  • The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent – 1-1

    The Man I Like Might be a Delinquent – 1-1

    Part 1

    Dr. Graysen endures Rapture’s Damage

    Dr. Axel Graysen sat on a concrete slab near the railing on the roof of the Wuga Hospital.  Sipping orange juice from a bottle he filled at the cafeteria, he stared at the dark sky and the rising full moon gracing the Kingdom of Aeras with its brilliance tonight.

    Their Capital City was going to be bright this Thursday night.

    Veteran doctors at the Wuga Hospital insisted a full moon meant the Emergency Room would fill with the craziest medical emergencies.  The weirdest medical situations cropped up and the emergency department remained in a state of nonstop crisis until morning.

    Axel once tried to disprove the theory, but experience soon proved the veterans right.  He tried not to be on call during a full moon. That he was on call tonight was thanks to a series of events.

    Axel shifted his gaze to the helipad platform on the other end of the building.

    Three days ago, Dr. Brown, his Residency Professor, called Axel to receive a VIP patient.  The patient arrived on a medic-helicopter and it turned out to be the man responsible for building and establishing the Wuga Hospital in the Capital City, Mr. Chae Wook.

    Chae Wook was presenting with acute abdominal pain on arrival.

    Axel agreed to give Chae Wook emergency care until his attending doctor, Dr. Raff, arrived at the hospital. He completed all admission procedures and settled Mr. Wook in the private wing on the top floor of the building.  Yisu Wook, Mr. Wook’s only son, added in a moment of excitement when he hugged Axel hard in gratitude. He thanked Axel for managing his father’s pain levels.

    When Dr. Raff arrived an hour later, Axel was free to return to his usual final year-of-residency existence.

    Axel was completing his last year of a six-year integrated cardiothoracic residency at the Wuga Hospital. However, it was nice to see the world Dr. Raff lived in and maybe want a bit of it for himself.

    Dr. Brown was his residency mentor and a professor he admired thoroughly.

    Axel was surprised to discover that Dr. Raff was Dr. Brown’s husband.  He had been both embarrassed and impressed by the discovery.

    Embarrassed because Dr. Brown was the one person he looked up to at Wuga Hospital.  Dr. Brown had helped him get through his residency, and made him a better doctor.  He should have known about Dr. Raff being his husband.

    He was also impressed because it took extra work to keep a marriage going with their crazy demanding lifestyle.

    Axel could barely manage his personal life.  He owned an apartment with three pieces of furniture.  A couch gifted to him by his mother, a coffee table laden with research papers and medical journals, and a bed.  When he did make it home depending on his level of tiredness, the farthest he got to was the couch. When he was lucid, his bed saw him. Those were the longest most faithful relationships he had kept these past six years.

    His dad managed his utilities and tiny investments.  His mom had hired an amazing woman who helped stock Axel’s apartment with groceries and pre-packaged meals. Now that he was nearing his residency’s end, his time was packed with board certifications and finding a great posting preferably at the Wuga Hospital.

    At what point could he think to add in a husband?

    Shaking his head, Axel sipped his orange juice and glanced at the time on his watch.  He had two more minutes. Capping the bottle, Axel scratched the stubble on his chin and pushed off the slab.  He walked back to the stairwell entrance and started a slow walk down to the emergency department.

    Axel had agreed to take on a night shift for one of the third-year residents in his group. He ran into her the night he returned to his desk from helping Dr. Raff.  Her name was Ronnie, she was very kind and hardworking. He was shocked to see her crying as she studied their schedule, so he tried to offer comfort. It turned out she was taking care of her mother who suffered a traffic accident and was admitted to the hospital. Ronnie wanted to stay with her mother to get through surgery aftercare.

    Axel agreed to help by taking one of her shifts. He tried to be kind to his co-workers where he could. This was why he had ended up with a full moon night at the emergency department. He was exhausted from a long day and had needed a ten-minute break on the roof before he tackled time in the emergency department.

    Drinking the last of his orange juice, Axel took the last set of stairs and opened the door that would lead him to the emergency floor.

    “Dr. Graysen,” the nurse in charge greeted him when she saw him.

    She stood behind the nurse’s station holding the phone.

    “Nina.”

    “I was about to call you.  Medics 23, 24, and 25 in route with a code blue, and two in potential code blue.”

    Axel took off his doctor’s coat, handing it and the orange juice bottle over to Nina. It was easier to work the night shift in just his scrubs. She placed the coat on the chair next to her behind the counter, the bottle under the counter, and handed him his stethoscope.

    Axel sanitized his hands as Nina started an announcement over the public address.

    “Attention Wuga Emergency Department.  Three medics enroute with one code blue, and two in critical condition.  ETA three minutes.”

    Axel was already heading to the emergency doors, followed by three of the third-year residents in his group and four nurses, behind them, Nina had the rest of the nurses and technicians moving machines, and medicine carts, and preparing emergency bays.

    Axel forgot the tension in his shoulders as the ambulances arrived.  The paramedics opened the doors and Axel checked the vitals of the code blue patient.  He left the other two patients to two third-year residents as they rushed the coding patient to the resuscitation room.

    “Female, 22, vitals are critical,” the paramedic reported as they moved.  “We used the defibrillator twice. We’ve administered three epis so far.  Pupils remain fixed and dilated.  Her friend says she ingested pills called Rapture at the club where we picked her up but we have no samples. Never heard of them.”

    They moved the young woman onto the hospital bed and the paramedic stepped aside to allow Axel and his team to take over.

    “The same conditions apply to the other two who came in with us,” the paramedic continued. “The detectives in charge of the case are right behind us. There might be more incoming patients.”

    “Oliver, take over compressions,” Axel said to the third-year resident with him.  He opened an app on his iPhone to a metronome, matching the rhythm to the patient’s heartbeat.

    Axel checked the vitals on the screen and hurried around to the patient’s head.  This was likely a severe overdose case.  First, they needed to get the patient’s heart beating on its own again.

    The paramedics had inserted a breathing tube down her throat and into her lungs.   Axel checked to make sure it was sitting right.  He was relieved they had done a good job.  One of Nina’s nurses had already taken over the administration of oxygen.

    Oliver’s chest compressions on the woman’s chest had frothy pulmonary secretions rising up through the breathing tube.  The fluids spilled out on the patient’s clothes. Oliver kept up compressions.

    “How long has she been down?” Axel asked the paramedic.

    “Twelve minutes,” the paramedic said.

    Shit!

    Oliver’s tempo changed.  He was getting tired.

    “Hold compressions for a rhythm check,” Axel said, glancing at the monitor.

    The monitor showed a little heart rhythm.  Axel grabbed the ultrasound and placed it over the young woman’s heart.  The heartbeat came back soft. It was still too faint to sustain their patient’s life.

    “Roll her to her right side,” Axel said.

    The nurses, two second-year residents, and Oliver rolled the patient to the right side.  Axel grabbed a pair of scissors and cut her dress to check her back. He felt panic rise when he noted faint streaks of pooling blood.  She was crashing fast.

    Still, the heart was moving however faint.  Carbon dioxide readings looked normal.

    “Lay her back,” Axel said and ordered the second-year resident to restart compressions in place of Oliver.

    Axel ordered another dose of epinephrine. Oliver administered it, and his skills were fast and efficient.  They inserted lines into their patient’s left hand. Axel followed up the epi with a series of life-saving drugs to support resuscitation.  He helped cut away stockings and pulled off the party dress.  Nina replaced it with a hospital gown.

    Axel monitored vitals. He used the defibrillator once to support the restoration of electrical activity and urged a fresh second-year doctor to continue compressions.

    A precious six minutes passed in tense activity.  Nina recorded Axel’s orders, each action they did, the numbers on monitors, and the number of compressions Oliver and the second-year residents put in. Axel was sweating when the heart monitor finally gave them back a strong note and sustained the rhythm.

    “She’s back,” Oliver said, his voice weary.  “Her heart’s beating again.”

    Nina patted Axel’s back, her own relief coming in a swift sigh, and then she urged the nurses to start the cleanup.

    Axel could only nod with a grim expression on his face as he stared at their patient’s vitals.  Her heart was beating, but…it had taken too long to get her back.  Too long.

    Adding the six minutes on to the twelve minutes with the paramedics, Axel feared their patient was brain dead.

    “Prep her for ICU,” Axel said to Oliver.  “Call neurology.”

    “Do you think she’ll make it?” Nina asked.

    “We’ve done the best we can for her right now. A neurologist will monitor her vitals,” Axel said, shaking his head.  “How are the other two—?”

    “Dr. Graysen!”

    Axel left the first room and ran into the second one to find their second patient, a young man this time, coding.

    “Code blue,” the third-year resident said.

    “How long?”

    “Just started.”

    “Compressions, STAT,” Axel said, calling out epinephrine orders and restarting the metronome on his phone. “Nina, get Dr. Brown for the third patient. Keep the paramedics and liaise with the police officers on this case.  We need more information on the drugs the patients took.”

    Nina hurried away and Axel found his third-year’s compressions were off rhythm.

    “Get off,” Axel ordered, his tone harsh, unforgiving.  He got on the resuscitation bed and started the compressions himself.  He was not going to lose this one.  “Oliver, get in here! Give him 100ccs of…”

    ****

    Three hours later found Axel in a horror scene.  Something had clearly gone wrong at a rave party.  The emergency room was dealing with a surge of over thirty patients with similar symptoms ranging from mild to severe.

    Axel saved the coding second patient, a young man.  When he was stable, Axel raced to the third patient and restarted her heart twice. She did not last and when she crashed for the last time, Axel had to call her time of death.  She was the first of the three deaths he had to call these last three hours.

    Sixteen patients in critical condition arrived after her, and the emergency room turned into a gladiator ring.

    Axel vs. an unknown substance called Rapture.

    The second patient to die arrived in full arrest.  There was nothing to do for him.

    Dr. Brown came in to help and was the one who signed off on the death-on-arrival call.

    Together, Axel and Dr. Brown tried their best to save as many of the remaining fifteen patients as they could.

    The fight exhausted Axel so much that the last patient he declared dead cracked something inside him.

    “You did your best,” Nina said, as she shook out a white sheet to cover their last patient.  “Dr. Brown is with the other two girls who came in with this one.  He’s done the same thing you’ve been doing, Axel. They are both stable for now.  I say you’ve won tonight.”

    Axel barely heard Nina’s words.  He stared at the girl lying still on the stretcher.  She was nineteen.  Long dark curly hair fell over the stretcher. Her nails were painted in rainbow colors.  She had been wearing a Black Pink t-shirt and shorts before Nina dressed her in a hospital gown.  She was so young. Barely started her life.

    Now…she was gone.  He had failed her. Fuck!

    Axel removed the gloves he wore and dumped them in the bin. He sanitized his hands and turned to leave.

    “Dr. Graysen,” Nina called his name.

    Axel ignored her and stepped out of the resuscitation room.  He ran past everyone who called his name and headed for the elevators. The doors closed and he rode it straight to the top floor, not exiting until he was back on the roof.

    Fresh cool air filled his lungs.  The cool night air felt like a reprieve, jerking him back from the fires of hell.

    Nausea came next, and he bent over letting out the orange juice he had drunk just three hours ago.  When he was done, he reached into his pocket and found an old napkin.  Wiping his mouth, he cleared his throat and moved to sit on the concrete slab he had used earlier.

    He wasn’t aware of the tears falling down his cheeks until a sob escaped his lips.

    ****

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