“Its not that bad.”

Oh yes it was.

“It’s just a small cut.”

You glared at him, then at his big wound. He supposedly said he got hurt in a mission, but who the hell gets a cut from their chest down to their stomach? Only Miguel.

You patched it up, once again reminding yourself that he was literally shirtless in front of you. His chest rose up and down, steadily.

He was calm, a bit too calm. Usually others were claiming they were dying- but Miguel was, chill. Normal to say the least.