Hurtin' for Love [RGRE] [WIP]

>Maybe it's the hair- how it's mostly shaven off on the sides and spiked at the top
>Maybe it's the little skull earrings he's wearing
>Maybe it's the black tank-top that says "Style's not dead: You are" with a decal of a smiley face, eyes X-ed out
"You're not looking so hot there with that gash on your arm."
>"Not looking so hot? Baby, I invented hot. Saying that I'm not is an AH FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT IS THAT YOU'RE POURING ON ME."
>There's something off about this colt
"Medicine. Now stop squirming around so I can finish my job faster and get you out quicker."
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>Let's see
>Carrots, celery, and onions...what else did you miss?
>Suddenly, a familiar voice rings out behind you
>"WOOOOOOOOO-"
>Something whizzes past you, nearly missing you by an inch
>"I'M THE KING OF TROLLEYS!"
>Several ponies gallops after the tall figure in the shopping cart
>"YEAH ANONYMOUS! YOU GO, COLT!"
CRASH
>"OH SHIT ANKLES AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BEND LIKE THAT."
>"LUNA WHY."
>One of his cronies rush up to you
>"Hey, you work at the hospital, right? Can you fix up Anon for us?"
>You get a sharp intake of air
>And exhale
"...Sure."
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"How in Tartarus did you manage to get these lacerations on your back?"
>He stares at you
>His eyes are actually very pretty; there's a pleasant sea-green tint to them, piercing through you
>...Where did that thought come from?
>Probably just that dry spell acting on you
>...Celestia, when's the last time you got laid?
>"-and that's when I wanted to prove a point to that Stalliongrad cunt that I can wrestle timberwolves."
"..."
>You sigh
"Whatever. I'm just gonna patch you up and not continue questioning."
>"Fine with me. Just don't rub that weird shit that stings like hell OW FUCK I JUST TOLD YOU NOT TO-"
>That earns a chuckle out of you
>It's fun to mess with him
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"Yes, Dad. I've been taking care of myself. No, I'm not looking for a colt right now. All they do is interfere with my work. WHAT?! Dad, I'm not gay-"
>"Heyyy there, who are you talking to?"
"None of your business, and what did you do this time? No, that wasn't directed at you, Dad."
>"Ooo. Dads, huh? Yeah, I'm not so good with my old man either."
"UGH, you know what? We'll talk later, Dad. There's a 'patient' waiting for me."
>You slam the phone down and look at him
"I'm not in a good mood, so spit it out."
>He shuffles around in front of you, arms behind back
>"Erm, ahh."
"What? Just say whatever you're gonna say."
>His pale cheeks take up a pink tinge
>"I-I was going to!"
>He places a small package on your desk, fumbling a bit in the process
>"Madetheseforyougottagobye!"
>And there he goes, out as fast as he came in
>What's up with him?
>You take a good look at what he left behind, and it's...the coltiest thing you've ever seen
>A box with frilly pink wrapping and a neat bow tied on top
>You take apart the packaging, and open up the container
>Your heart picks up pace upon seeing the inside
>It's a note with "Homemade" handwritten on it in neat cursive and heart-shaped cookies
>This is made for you?
>You pick one up and pop it in your mouth
>The confection melts on your tongue with pure, sugary goodness
>This, is, amazing
>Oh buck
>You think back to a few moments ago- how harshly you've treated him, and all he wanted to do was give you something he baked
>[spoiler]With love, no less[/spoiler]
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>You press the doorbell, waiting on bated breath as the ring resonates through the house, footsteps following in its wake
>The door slowly creeks open, and he gasps
"H-Hey."
>"Um, hey."
"..."
>"...How did you know my address?"
"Oh! Ahh, the hospital has a collection of our past patients files. Eh, housing location included."
>"Oh."
"..."
>"..."
>BUCK THIS IS SO AWKWARD
"Sooo, I saw what you gave me."
>His eyes widen in response
>"Huh? Oh, no no no. That wasn't me. That was, ahm, someone else who had a thing for nurses that told me to-"
"-And I liked it."
>"You did?"
"So I'm thinking...Maybe you want to do something? You and me-WOAH"
>He swoops you into his arms, a full bear-hug as he buries his face into your neck
>"Yes, yes, yes!"
>Joy rushes into you as air continues escaping your lungs
"Can't, breathe."
>"Hmm? Oh shit."
>He undoes his death-grip and lowers you back down
>"Sorry. Heheh."
"It's," you take a huge breath to make up for your previous lack of oxygen, "alright. So, tonight at 8, maybe?"
>He's practically hopping around like a foal on a sugar high
>"YEAH! that works for me. See you then?"
"I guess. See you."
>You walk away as he shuts the door, a muffled shriek of happiness behind you
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>Oh Celestia, why did your shift have to end so late today?!
>You sprint down the streets and arrive panting at the front porch
>You check the time
>8:07
>It's not that late, right?
>Right?!
>For the second time today, you ring the doorbell
>The entrance opens up, and the lump in your throat disappears
>Wow
>Even in formal wear, he manages to show a bit of that "punk flair" he has
>Dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, with a black vest accompanying it
>A silver chain dangles from his breast pocket, ending with a ruby
>You look down at yourself
>Absolutely nothing; didn't even bother to take off the cap
"You're a total knockout."
>He crosses his arms and puffs up his cheeks
>"And you're late."
"Oh, erm. Sorry."
>"It's OK, I guess. You know somewhere to go?"
>...Buck