“Focus.” Miguel grunts, knowing that you’re counting his scars instead of stitching one. You apologized, continuing to focus on his wound. After a few minutes of pain, you wrap it up with gauze, gently pressing it to make sure it stays steady. Miguel pulled his shirt down before seeing you clean up the supplies. “How many?” He mumbled, making you look up confused. He sighs, crossing his arms. “How many scars did you count?”

“Including the new one…”