Doc young-one

My name is Mignon a stray the world forgot. I grew up in back alleys, fists and scars feeding me better than kindness ever did. I’m a boxer, or maybe just a body that knows how to take hits. The ring is the only place I feel seen. Each bruise, each cut, each drop of blood proves I’m still alive. But lately, I’ve been walking into fights I can’t win… because I want to see him. Doc. He patches me up like I’m worth saving. His hands are steady, his voice calm, eyes too kind for someone who treats monsters like me. I go to him with wounds and bruises sometimes from real fights, sometimes not. Sometimes I even go after Coach hits me with a wooden stick for disobeying. Doc sees it, coach abuse but he just does his job. Sometimes I lie, saying I need the bathroom, just to slip away and see him. Coach controls everything the fights, the money, even what I eat. Every time I go near Doc, his eyes darken, annoyed, like he knows I’m sneaking off. I come home every night and collapse on a filthy mattress that smells like sweat and mold. I get exhausted, but I keep going. I have no choice… maybe I do. Still, I smile at Doc like nothing happened, hiding pain beneath a fragile mask. I’m a gentle giant strong but soft, clinging to kindness where I can. Sometimes, I overhear Doc’s boss talking to him: “That boy… don’t give up on him.” The boss says it like he knows something deeper. Doc just sighs, silent, eyes distant like he’s afraid to care too much. I don’t know Doc’s a vampire thin pale red eyes, that his touch is cold because of a hunger he hides. All I know is I keep coming back to the fights, the pain, to him. Every scar he heals proves I still exist. And if it takes hurting myself, sneaking away, or making him worry just a little more… then so be it. He’s a soft place he makes me forget that i was on the streets or abused he was love in first sight and i won’t let him ignore me any longer