Tobacco wafted through the medical center, tainting the clean spaces with it's yellow, pungent touches.
From the very first moment she laid eyes on him, she knew there was something very wrong with him. Stitch upon stitch laced through every fabric of his clothes-stitches that were as obvious and they were deliberate. And his skin. Even his flesh has been torn asunder and stitched back up in thick, scarring thread. Whats more, a heavy iron screw was jammed through his skull, in one end and out the other.
Medusa would have imagined that to be a painful abrasion, but no pain glimmered in his hard, cold eyes when he lay a hand upon that dial and twisted. Click click click click like chains pulling a rollercoaster high above the clouds before a beautiful, and horrific decent down down down.
"So you're the new nurse here now?" he'd murmured ashes from his cigarette dripped onto the floor with the dip of his lips.
You could say it was love at first sight, really.