Zane Ro'meave POV

Sigh another day of closing up in the rain I thought to myself in the empty room that caters to the guests of the maid Cafe, I was locking up shop since I had the last shift I grabes my umbrella from my bag and stepped outside shutting the door and locking it.
Turning around I let my umbrella poof up and protect me from the rain, I slowly make my way down the side walk, taking in the fresh smell of rain that poured heavily on my umbrella shielding me from the cold water, I hugged my mask closer and farther up my face, breathing out the white puffs of air.
I continue walking but as I walk past an alleyway I see a man clearly beat up badly leaning against a trash can, I look to my right then left seeing if anyone was around before going closer to the man, his eyes were closed and his ivory skin tainted with bruises and blood, his jet black hair soaked and a mess, he wore a jacket mostly black but had some red strips as well has black ripped jeans and red shoes.
I covered him from the rain putting my umbrella over him and ask " umm hello?  Are you ok? " I spoke to the man, his eyes open slowly and seemed so tired the gushing redness of his eyes were mesmerizing, his eyes flickered up to me as we connected sight " a-are you o-ok sir? " I ask he tries to move but cant seem too " yeah yeah..Im fine dont worry about it " he said stumbling to his feet using the garbage can as a stabilizer.
He takes one step and nearly falls to the floor " oh my Irene you need to go yo the hospital!! " I hold him up placing his arm on my shoulder " No! No! No..hospitals please.. " he looked at me with pleading eyes, I couldn't just leave him here he needs medical attention, so I took him to my shared house it was a hard journey but we made it, I set him on the couch and let him rest as I scurried to my bedroom, " thank god Garroth and Laurence are out for "bro camping" with dante and travis " which in my opinion sounds very gay and I would know what gay is trust me.
I hurried back down stairs to see him shirtless and in the kitchen whipping away some blood with the tap water, " h-hey dont touch it sit in that chair Ill fix you up " he looks back at me " Ill do it myself- " but before he could finish his sentence he stumbles when he tries to reach his back, I quickly got to him and sat him down on a chair, I looked over his bare chest there was some bad cuts on him and scares were littered all over his muscular body.
I grabed a wet rag and started dabbing (DAB) the blood away, he flinched some times but over all took it well, I patched him up after getting some blood off of his back where there were more cuts, I wrapped him in a thick layer of bandages " how does it feel? " I asked he groans " better " I noticed most of his face is covered in hair blood and dirt, I took the rag and moved his hair back cleaning off the dirt and blood, his eyes closed I got the last peice off and he opened his eyes, his ruby reds staring into my frosted blues.
I got a better look at him he looked so...oh my Iren, my eyes go wide and a look of knowing is in his, he knew who I was and I only just realized

" Ivan? "