its not too late

“First you’ll have to lift your shirt for me,” Chris said, not making a move to stand up from the bench he’d crashed on. Once Leon just gave him a long look instead of acting on it, Chris rolled his eyes. “I saw you get snagged earlier. You’re bleeding.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leon said dismissively. It only took a long look from Chris and he relented, though, lifting the hem of his shirt enough to reveal a nasty looking gash. It was superficial, definitely not deep enough to be lethal in itself, but it also looked painful and it wouldn’t be good to get dirt in it.“Alright,” Chris said, probing around the first aid kit. “Hold still and let me fix this.”--Or, four moments from their lives, and how they grew closer.