Aiden sat down on the bench right next to Miguel. Simply, Miguel removed the shirt that slowed the bleeding at his thigh. Then, he started looking down at the bleeding wound.
Aiden clasped his hands together. "Miguel, is it?"
Miguel glanced at him. "Yeah?"
He smiled. "Do you accept this offer?"
"What? The healing? Of course I do, I'm freaking bleeding out, man."
Aiden chortled. "Alright," he looked over his shoulder and back at me and Hanso, "what about you guys ... do you accept my offer?"
I grimaced at him. "Well, this is random. But I do accept the offer, assuming it's the healing. Haven't really met the requirements to be called an offer, but whatever."
Hanso screwed his face. "Just heal him up already!"
Aiden glared at him. "You haven't accepted my offer."
