You hadn't thought of telling Gaz though you were close friends. It was hard enough thinking of much else when your life is constantly on the line.

It was a hot afternoon. You peel off your shirt with a sigh while heading back to the locker rooms, relishing in the cool air-conditioning hitting your skin as you entered. You nod to Gaz, who had also been lounging, and he nods back.

"Bloody scorchin' out there, ey?" He smiles. But Gaz's eye linger to two specific scars that were placed on your chest, ones he had never known about.