The melting snow soaked through the knees of your trousers, bringing a chill to your body as you kneeled beside him. His hands covered the large wound on his abdomen, his breaths coming in pants. "Sorry, I-" he sighed, leaning his head back as his eyes fluttered shut. "I wasn't paying attention."

This was bound to happen, you had seen Lenny's exhaustion those past few days. Yet, as he sat in front of you, face scrunched in pain, you didn't know what to do. The sound of gunshots were too close for comfort, and you could feel the cold air seeping into your body. Your options were limited, and your time to figure it out even more so.