Bang Bang you're dead

You'd been planning a night to just relax for ages. School was kicking your ass, teachers were making it hard to stand, everything pointed to needing just one night left alone from everyone, one night to calm the fuck down. And then, because your luck never changed, you realized that Doc Ock ws on your loveseat, stealing your liquor, and bleeding. God fucking dammit could you ever catch a break? This specifically is a trans male reader, but could be read this one as a cis gay man. You're going into the medical field when you get to have the hands on experience of stitching up Doc Ock.