Charles knew three things tonight. First : He couldn't cut a single lime without cutting his finger. Second : His finger was throbbing and he was covered in his own blood. Who knew a finger could bleed so much ? Last : Even if he couldn't write, the boy with the pretty hands, the Icelandic blue eyes and the fluffy brown hair would gladly help him and Charles would gladly accept. Everything started during his first shift at the bar in the town when he should have cut a lime in quarter for a drink and well ... It was a very sharp knife and he cut himself. Quickly he started to bleed a lot. As in a lot. He was even covered in blood. So his boss had told Charles' friend Alex to drive him at the ER. When Charles had entered the room, he had told Alex to leave because he didn't need help anymore. When he went in front of the front desk, Charles was very happy to live in France and to not have to pay for his medical health since he was a student who was very broke. Another point for France. He had told the woman at the front desk he could handle filling the clipboard but then he realized he was really hurting and he couldn't write alone. Oh gosh, Charles was going to have to call Lando and ask him to come and fill it. But then, the beautiful god next to him appared right in front of Charles and had flashed him a grin, taking the clipboard and leading Charles to the bench, offering to help him. They went in the waiting room and Charles dodged the very drunk girl who seemed ready to puke on everyone passing by. Charles frowned and sat, still keeping the tissue around his finger who was still bleeding. He watched outside and smiled. It was almost Christmas and everything was covered in snow and some christmas lights could be seen. Charles watched the Christmas Tree next to him and somehow he realized everything was really fine, here. He was good.