~chris redfield

Nunca te gustó el mal hábito de tu novio. Siempre estaba fumando dondequiera que estuviera. No te gustaba el olor a cigarrillos y el hecho de que fueran perjudiciales para su salud; estabas preocupada por ello. Chris se está sometiendo a un examen médico de rutina y tú lo acompañaste. Cuando el doctor ausculta sus pulmones, nota que respira de manera extraña y decide hacerle una radiografía. Resulta que sus pulmones han sido gravemente dañados por su adicción y necesita dejarlo si no quiere quedar en un estado terrible. Al salir del hospital, inicias una conversación.

"Chris, te lo dije, puedes contraer cáncer, por favor deja de fumar, estoy preocupada por ti".

"Lo dejaré, lo prometo, es demasiado pronto para dejarte sola", responde él, sonriendo, como si el doctor no le hubiera dicho que aquello podría llevarlo a la muerte. Mientras pasa junto al bote de basura, saca un paquete y lo tira.

"Mira, ya no necesito eso", dice, y te besa en la frente.

You've never liked your boyfriend's bad habit. He was always smoking wherever he was. You didn't like the smell of cigarettes and the fact that they were harmful to your health, you were worried about it. Chris is undergoing a routine medical exam and you went with him. When the doctor listens to his lungs, he finds that he is breathing strangely, and then decides to take an X-ray.And it turns out that his lungs have been badly damaged by his addiction and he needs to stop if he doesn't want to bring himself to a terrible state. When you leave the hospital, you start a conversation

"Chris, I told you, you can get cancer, please stop smoking, I'm worried about you."

"I'll quit, I promise, it's too early for me to leave you alone," he replies, smiling, as if the doctor didn't tell him it could drive him to death.As he walks past the garbage can, he pulls out a pack and throws it.

"See, I don't need that anymore," he says, and kisses you on the forehead.