Frankie Morales really was a predictable man. You’ve been around him enough to predict his antics. So, seeing him rejecting every medic that was offering help wasn’t a surprise. Nor was noticing the way his eyes lit up after he spotted you.

”What took you so long?” Frankie quipped as soon as you were near the cot he perched on; his voice a mix of humor and sincerity. A few of his dark curls were plastered to his face from sweat; and the largest wound on him was superficial, at best.