The Healer And The Hitman

Sun, 01 Feb 2026 07:49:22 +0000

What would a normal person do if they found a man bleeding out on a street at night?
Call an ambulance.
Run.
Protect themselves.
But she takes him back to her safe sanctuary.
She stitches his wounds with steady hands.
Never asks his name.
Never asks what kind of man bleeds out cold like that on the streets.
By morning, he's gone.
No trace.
Only a note left behind for her.
She thinks she let a stranger walk away.
She didn't.
Because the man she saved is a weapon.
And weapons don't forget the hands that put them back together.
He remembers the feel of her hands on his body.
Her soothing voice.
Her mercy.
And when he comes back-injured, silent, watching.
She begins to realize one truth too late.
Saving him was never an act of kindness.
It was an invitation.