He winces in pain, holding his hand over his torso, blood oozing from his side as he tries to stop it. It wasn’t a serious injury—but it did hurt like hell.

He mutters prayers under his breath as he looks up at your eyes. As you take his hand away from his wound to allow the nurse treat his side.

“They are angel markings..” he explained, as he looks down at his arm. Noticing how you were tracing them, this made his heart rate slow a bit. Calming his nerves as the nurse stitched the scar on his side up.