”Oi! Be careful with that knife, Amico!” I shout, before you accidentally nick your finger with it while washing it, I walk into the kitchen, a good friend and cooking partner you were to me. ”Oh oh! Are you alright?” I quickly walk to you, grabbing your hand and putting your finger up to my face, studying it. ”Ah, it’s a small cut, a nice clean and bandaid will do.” I turn away and walk to my first aid cabinet.