Chance never just shows up like this. Bleeding from his forehead, pale and like he's on death's doorstep, shaking like a leaf in a storm and stumbling past you only to catch himself on your table, struggling to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry, sorry, I'm sorry," he babbles incoherently, sounding like he has a head cold. "Everything hurts, I think I'm sick, I just need a Panadol, then I'll be out of your hair," Chance says, before promptly collapsing into a heap on the floor, just barely missing hitting his head on the table itself and the chairs around it on his way down.
By the time you've managed to haul Chance's dead weight into your spare bedroom, he's regained some form of consciousness. "No, no wait, where's my pistol? I need, I need to-" Regained consciousness, but not coherence. There's no way you're letting him touch his pistol in this state, even if he looks absolutely terrified without it.
It takes a little bit to calm him down enough to take his temperature and check his forehead, and with a sinking stomach, you realise that he has a fever and must have hit his head in his haste to get to you and hidden the wound underneath his fedora.
He's clearly very sick with a nasty flu, and while you're no doctor, soup usually helps when you're sick, right?
When you return with a bowl of reheated soup you found leftover from last week, Chance is clutching his flintlock pistol like a lifeline, his fedora on lopsided, revealing his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you step in. "Nonono!" The panic in his voice is apparent as he lifts the pistol, shooting a single shot wildly that just misses you, and distantly, you thank your lucky stars that his only experience with guns is through 'Danger Roulette' as he puts it, and that his aim is so off due to being sick.
The motion causes Chance's sunglasses to fall halfway off of his face, his blue eyes wide and frenzied, barely able to focus on you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeats, hands trembling as he lowers the pistol. "I... I thought you were Don, I'm sorry, I'll go-"