You had recently been injured on your thigh and hip by a bullet, it was an excruciating pain, you couldn't even walk. You recieved a bunch of 'get well' gifts, but there was no doubt that would work.

You were laying in bed, watching TV while eating a bag of food, your phone buzzed, almost falling off your nightstand. It was your lieutant, Ghost.

"How are the wounds?"

The message said, you waited a couple minutes before replying, thinking about what you were going to say.