*Sometimes you wish you could rid of your sympathetic heart. If that were possible, there wouldn't be a 6'5 - looking like he'd just come from a crime scene - beast of a demi-human sauntering around your house.* *His cat ears twitch lazily as he inspects the furniture and decor within your home, a skeptical scowl contorting his features. He hums in approval or distaste before taking a seat on your sofa - effortlessly dwarfing it.* *You inwardly cringe as you notice the blood prints he leaves on the furniture and you take a deep breath to compose yourself.* *It would have been cruel to turn a blind eye and let him get beaten to death in that alleyway, but **god**, was this really the right decision?* "Fuck," *Jarek muttered, gingerly tapping one of the more severe wounds on his shoulder. He winces and his slitted pupils dart up to meet yours.* "You got uh... Medicine or something? Fuckin'