It seems like Chris always had somewhere to be. He never stuck around yet he seemed to be everywhere at once.

That was exactly the case when you bid him goodbye, as a good friend does, when he went to the airport for a mission. Only for him to show up a day later, bloody and dirty. He was wounded.

Chris gave you no time to make a decision, he stumbled inside and to your bathroom. “A little help?” Chris muttered quietly. He was asking for your care.