Post by Junkrat on Mar 17, 2017 1:39:05 GMT
He'd known the woman for quite a while by now, she'd been half the help behind getting him set up where he was in his clinic when he was still struggling to find his footing, he'd helped her through the pregnancy that she was much too old for, and through every injury that both her and her growing son had suffered, he was the reason Grayson was alive, he was the reason a lot of people were still alive.
John Doe was the name he penned himself under, and for all intents and purposes, he no longer existed. He'd spend so many years in medical school, soaking up all of the information and training that he could before he completely erased himself from existence. He was Mexican born and raised, to a family that was no longer around, betrayed by the medical system and everyone in it, but he was determined to never let anyone else suffer the same losses that he had, and he'd amassed quite a large ring of friends because of this.
He was always especially fond of Havoc though, the woman was undoubtedly a train wreck of back choices and poor self care, and he did his best to fill in what cracks he could with what care he could provide himself. Even if sometimes that only meant dropping in to make sure she was okay, it was the least he could do after the help she'd provided him in the past.
He was surprised to see Grayson storming out of their apartment complex when he approached the building, the young man didn't even look at him as he pushed by, but his face was dark and angry, and filled him with worry for what he might find inside. Grayson was not a violent kid, but anger could make people crazy.
When the boy was out of sight, John steeled himself up and sighed, not wasting time in pushing open the door to their flat, "Havoc?!"
John Doe was the name he penned himself under, and for all intents and purposes, he no longer existed. He'd spend so many years in medical school, soaking up all of the information and training that he could before he completely erased himself from existence. He was Mexican born and raised, to a family that was no longer around, betrayed by the medical system and everyone in it, but he was determined to never let anyone else suffer the same losses that he had, and he'd amassed quite a large ring of friends because of this.
He was always especially fond of Havoc though, the woman was undoubtedly a train wreck of back choices and poor self care, and he did his best to fill in what cracks he could with what care he could provide himself. Even if sometimes that only meant dropping in to make sure she was okay, it was the least he could do after the help she'd provided him in the past.
He was surprised to see Grayson storming out of their apartment complex when he approached the building, the young man didn't even look at him as he pushed by, but his face was dark and angry, and filled him with worry for what he might find inside. Grayson was not a violent kid, but anger could make people crazy.
When the boy was out of sight, John steeled himself up and sighed, not wasting time in pushing open the door to their flat, "Havoc?!"
