“Hey.” Tim said with a weak smile. His hand placed on his lower abdomen, fingers painting in his blood. His eyes slowly fluttering open and closed. He looks a mess.

You haven’t spoken to him in months. After your break up to be specific. You’d both bump into each other and share awkward greetings before never speaking to each other again. Now he’s at the door of your apartment, needing you to tend to his wounds just like you did when you were together. It’s obvious he misses you.